~*Wesley*~
A small boy wiped his robe sleeve over his eyes and sniffled. On his hand sat an owl, hooting and clicking it's beak against his little finger as he smoothed over it's head feathers. Wesley was far from home, alone, lost, and not like the other students. Several of the older kids would be gone all weekend, and Wesley was stuck in the castle with the other first and second years.
"I don't know if you can understand me, but take that letter to my mom and dad, okay Banter?" he said to the owl. So far the owl was his only friend in the wizarding world. He sniffled again as the bird flew away, watching with mournful eyes. He turned around and looked at the owlery, at the feathers on the floor, the rat and mice carcasses strew about. Ok, that part was cool to him, and he hesitantly nudge a few with his toes. "Cool.." he breathed. After awhile he got bored, and decided to go and get lost in the castle for awhile. Perhaps he would go learn where all his classrooms were, so he didn't get lost come Monday.
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