Post by Callidora Cooter on Jul 13, 2009 1:24:50 GMT -5
Hmmm. So far, Hogwarts was a weird place. She had only been here for a brief stint a while back, and even then it was quite odd. Now, however, things were changing. Students were throwing paint at each other, crashing each other's shindigs, and choosing sides in a seemingly pointless war. Callidora only thought pointless because she wasn't yet involved, and all of her friends back home knew that she was a ninja beast. Ninjas were really aliens in disguise, which Calli wasn't, but she liked to pretend that she was. All kids had silly dreams, right? Hers weren't silly, though. Hers were serious. If anyone told her she couldn't be a ninja alien, she would blast them with her ninja gun. Which is code for her muscle-y legs.
The place that she was actually somewhat looking forward to visiting was the Parrotry. She did rather like parrots. Her mom kept a couple at home in this bird cage that smelled really bad, kinda like her little brother Phillip. These were real parrots, though. Not owls. Owls were actually parrots that changed over time due to evolutions, in order to adapt to a less tropical environment and so that they could survive on what food was available. They also became less prettier because... well, she wasn't sure why that was, but it was true! She would bet her life on it... and she had a pretty awesome life, so that was saying something.
Her plan for today was to grab one of the parrot-owls and take it back to her dormitory for further investigations. Her dad may be into history, but she was a flippin scientist, man. Callidora jumped the last two stairs at a time. She tripped a bit and scraped her shin since she was so tiny, but she ignored it. Who cared about a little scrape? NOT HER! Callidora was a trooper, and a scientist, and, above all, a GRYFFINDOR! The whole house spirit thing was rubbing off on her even though she had only been here a couple of days. Maybe she could train the parrot owls into some advanced breed that would poop on everyone opposing the awesomeness that is the lion... "Good idea, Callidora. You're quite inventive!" she said to herself, for she often spoke to herself.
Finally, the blonde arrived at the Parrotry. Ewwww. This was gross. She plugged her nose and squinted her eyes. The eyes were an outlet for smell, you know. You can smell things through your eyes. In fact, the stench was even STRONGER. Dumb parrots. Along with turning uglier, they also got smellier poop. Once she got her specimen, she would have to train it to stop being so nasty, too.
OOC: open. :]