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Post by Mael Gauthier on Jan 30, 2024 17:25:56 GMT -8
Mael had been on the cusps of sleep when a rather distraught Gryffindor had burst into the classroom and knocked on his office door. He'd nearly fallen out of his chair but caught himself last minute. "The door is open," he'd told his guest, sitting up to rearrange the stack of essays he'd dozed off on while grading. Second year Diana Princeton had tears rushing down her face as she held up what Mael had originally assumed to be a dead tawny owl. She quickly explained how her poor Milo had been sick for days, refusing to eat or drink, and that she had no means of getting him help. The little brunette was an orphan, and so her only thought was to go to the one teacher she knew would not turn her away. It wasn't the first time Mael had helped her. There was a long list: extra study sessions in potions, a favorite book, a pair of mittens, Belgium chocolate, a new potions kit, and the list went on and on.
Thus, he was now on his way to Eeylops Owl Emporium in Diagon Alley. He raised the cage, eyeing the creature inside. He hoped it didn't die before he made it to the shop. He was no necromancer. Diana would be devastated. He quickened his pace. Mael entered the shop and set the cage on the counter. "Excuse me, I'm in desperate need of help," he called out. "Hello? Is anyone back there?"
Tags: Sameera Astor
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Post by Sameera Astor on Feb 4, 2024 16:34:42 GMT -8
"Please stop fussing," Sammy chided Gretchen, one of her rowdier birds. "This is why no one wants you! Are you going to squawk and squeak when you're delivering mail? I don't think so..." She huffed, gently caressing the birds feathers with the back of her two fingers. "You're giving me a headache..." She clicked her tongue and the owl cooed affectionately, jumping towards her when she took her hand away. "No. You don't get more than that if you're going to be rowdy and troublesome..." Another squawk drew her attention and Sammy ground, running a hand through her frazzled looking hair. These birds were going to be the death of her if she wasn't careful. She'd been looking for a part time worker for a while now, but the winter season was a great deterrent for people. It meant spending long nights with the owls, and hardly getting any off time... She was going to start pulling grays out before she was thirty.
Lifting her eyes and attention to the melodic chime of bells, she forced a smile on her face. "Welcome to Eeylops Owl Emporium--" She was cut off by the quickness of the customers steps, rushing in with worry in their voice. She popped out from the back, eyes wide as she saw the poor bird slumped in its cage. "Oh my goodness." She gasped, rushing forward. "I-- What's happened?!" She exclaimed, unlocking the cage to look at the bird.
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 4, 2024 18:47:57 GMT -8
Mael didn't care for the greeting, he just wanted her to save the bird. When he saw the look on Sammy's face, he felt all his hope disappear in a single moment. If she couldn't save the creature, then the bird was doomed. "I don't know," he answered in his rising panic. "This is Milo, and he belongs to one of my students. She says he hasn't been feeling too well, and to be honest I'm not even sure it's breathing anymore." He leaned in for a closer look. "Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead." The creature's side raised and fell, and that was good enough for Mael. He looked at Sammy with pleading eyes. "He stopped eating and drinking. You've got to save him, ma'am. Milo is the only thing this little girl has ever had to call her own. I promised I'd get him the help he needed. Don't make a liar out of me." Mael didn't think he'd have the heart to tell Diana that her bird had passed away. It would devastate her. Mael could replace the bird without issue, but it wouldn't be the same.
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Post by Sameera Astor on Feb 11, 2024 9:11:24 GMT -8
Sameera had dealt with a few many sick birds in her time as owner of Eeylops Owl Emporium, but never this bad. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the poor birds conditions. This is why they needed someone at Hogwarts to help care for all the students owls. With that many birds traveling all over the UK and maybe even farther... it was no shock that a poor bird was going to get ill with something or the other. "He is breathing." Sammy said, snapping her eyes up to the stranger that had brought the bird in. She took a deep breath in, gentle tucking her hands under the bird to pick it up and remove it from the cage. She quickly pushed the metal contraption aside, lying the bird on its side to give it a quick physical assessment. Merlin, this was a dire situation. "I'm not promising anything I can't keep. But I will do the best I can-- I will promise you that." Sammy said earnestly, reaching her hands underneath he counter to grab a glove and pop it on before examining the birds midsection, fingers resting as she listened to the breathing. "You said he's stopped eating and drinking? I'm going to assume he's been generally lethargic. Are there any other abdormalities you've noticed?" It could be a handful of illnesses but as Sammy listened to the poor birds breathing, she had a feeling it wasn't any of those options. The birds breathing was short and seemed stuck on something... This could be illness, but it could also be an impairment of the trachea that could be causing Milo to act strange-- birds often did such to indicate distress.
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 11, 2024 13:37:48 GMT -8
Mael felt sick when the woman said she wouldn't make a promise she couldn't keep. Wasn't she supposed to be the expert!? The Bird Whisperer!? If she couldn't save Milo, then he needed the address of a person who could, and fast! Oh, sweet Merlin, why was he in a panic over something that didn't even belong to him? Mael moved away from the counter and began to pace as the woman got to work on checking the owl over. Mael nodded heavily when Sameera asked about the feeding and drinking issue. "Ma'am, I honestly don't know. The kid literally burst into my office as I have burst into your shop. All she told me was that he hasn't been right for a week. I have no other information than that." If he could have brought Miss Princeton down to the Diagon Alley, he would have, but it was outside of his capabilities on such short notice. Mael was ready to pull out every strand of hair at this point. He was built for brewing potions and blowing things up in a less than spectacular manner, not saving dying birds. He glanced back at Milo. What would he do if the little guy didn't make it? How did you tell a child her pet had succumbed to sickness? He didn't have experience in this field. He needed help. No, you don't. This nice lady will save the bird and all will be well. Relax Mael. Everything will be fine.
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Post by Sameera Astor on Feb 17, 2024 10:30:17 GMT -8
"You don't know? Great..." She huffed out, frowning at the bird in front of her that didn't seem like he would be alive in a few minutes. Merlin, she wasn't cut out for this! A muggle veterinarian would've been better at dealing with this than she... Whatever, she had a job to do. And she knew a thing or two about birds. Doubting herself in a moment like this would be unwise, she knew that. With a look of determination, she continued to feel around on the birds abdomen, readjusting the poor owl and pressing a few times until the creature let out an ungodly shriek and spat something out. The bile covered pellet laid on the counter, and Sammy turned her face up. Despite the horrible disgustingness of the pellet, the bird seemed to be far more chipper. She squinted at the contents of it, nodding in confirmation. "A bone was likely lodged in a place that was unintentionally choking this little guy." She used the knuckles of her fist two fingers to gently brush the owls feathers. He was far more energetic than he had been a mere moment prior. "Merlin, you sure know how to give someone a scar, don't you Milo..." She reached underneath the counter, retrieving a small snack. "Owls eat small creatures like mice or rodents... But it appears Milo ate something a bit bigger than he could handle. You'll need to tell his owner to watch his diet a bit closer. He's biting off more than he can chew.."
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 17, 2024 11:59:46 GMT -8
Mael glanced at the woman as she huffed. Did she want him to lie? He ran his hands through his hair and started back to pacing. He could have busied himself with checking out all the owl supplies, but his mind wouldn't stop racing. He kept glancing in Sameera's direction, wondering when she'd take the owl back to perform some sort of surgery. What would the recovery time be? Would he have to make frequent visits to keep Diana updated? He could do that. It wouldn't be a problem at all. He just wanted to see Milo alive and well. Mael visibly cringed as the owl shrieked. He knew it was a death shriek. That was it. He had to go tell his student that her owl had passed away. His shoulders slumped and he bowed his head, whispering a few small words to help the little owl cross over. The woman was speaking, and Mael turned to the counter, walking slowly to hear the verdict from the Professional's mouth. What he was told made him look up. "Milo! You're alive!" He let out a relieved sigh and looked at Sameera as she continued talking, explaining what the problem was. "Thank you so much," he said with a grateful expression. "I'll be sure to let her know." He smiled down at Milo. He looked better already. He was going to have to break it to Diana easily that Milo's diet wasn't a proper one. "He's good to return home," Mael asked, taking a small look around. "What would be a good item for a second year with her first owl?"
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Post by Sameera Astor on Feb 17, 2024 13:05:12 GMT -8
Now that there wasn't a bird on the verge of the death in her hands, Sammy was finally able to take in the stranger that had rushed the bird in. It appeared he was a Professor at Hogwarts. Oh grand. It was rare professors rolled into Eeylops during the school year-- after all, most took care of their pre-Hogwarts prep before the school year or during the Christmas break. He certainly didn't look like a Professor she'd ever had, but then again, she suspected he wasn't but a handful of years older than she was. "He is very much alive." Sammy said with a soft smile, still caressing the bird as delicately as she could. Milo was chipper now, nudging his head into Sammy's hand for another pet. Thank Merlin.
"He should be good to return home... Just keep a close eye on him. I know it's easy to let owls fly free at Hogwarts, but maintaining a close check on their wellbeing is also important for owl owners. Is his owner young?" She asked but the stranger was already on it, informing Sammy that the student was a second year. She smiled knowingly, nodding her head as she departed from Milo to retrieve something from the store. Snatching up a brightly colored orange box, she turned to offer it to the stranger. "Eeylops Premium Owl Treats. Should make him behave a bit more." She offered a knowing look to the cheeky looking owl. "It's on the house. For rescuing this guy when he needed it most. I'm Sammy-- Or, er, did I already mention that. There was a bit of urgency not to chat when you first came in... I forget. I haven't seen you around-- normally I know most of the Hogwarts professors."
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 29, 2024 1:38:06 GMT -8
Mael looked upon Sammy as if she were some divine being. She had truly saved the day, and he was thankful for it. He looked forward to returning to Hogwarts and letting little Diana know that she did not have to arrange goodbye for her precious Milo. He would be bringing the tawny owl back in his cage, happy and hyper. Mael supposed that an owl could be a bit much for a twelve year old. He made a personal note to check in on the little guy every so often. It wasn't that he didn't trust Diana, he knew she was very capable of caring for her owl, but there was always room for precaution. Giving Milo a few gentle pets, he blinked in surprise as the woman told him the treats were on the house. It was a kind gesture, but not one that he could accept. "Honestly, you've been far too kind, ma'am. While I may have brought Milo here, you're the one that did the saving." He rubbed the back of his head when she introduced herself. Ah, yes, where were his manners. In the heat of the moment he'd forgotten them. "A pleasure to meet you, Sammy." He extended his hand to her. "Mael," he introduced himself. "Gauthier," he added after a moment. Mael's expression softened a bit when Sammy pointed out that she didn't know him. "Probably because I don't own an owl." He had felt no desire to care for a creature, even if the emptiness of his home often felt deafening. He honestly had no time for it.
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