Trying the letter of sorts on the paw of his majestic owl he walked over to the empty windowsil to send the owl home. The note was short, to the point and nobody would suspect the truth. Nobody ever did and Angel was glad for it. He'd hate what he'd have to do and go through if anybody ever found out. He didn't want that, not again. He closed his eyes for a moment, pushing the memory back. Barely even perceptable to those closest to him that anything was wrong. Yet nobody was truly that close of a friend.
He stared after the owl for a while, uncharictaristically quiet and pensive compared to his usual jovial party self. It was a rare enough sight to most. His ears caught a noise of footsteps and he instantly stepped back into his persona of the careless young man without a worry on his mind. It was easy to him, as natural as breathing. He turned to find Eliana the hufflepuf. "Dearest Eliana!" He said with a smile. "Do you have an owl?" He asked looking up. "Or do you use the school owls?" He said, his eyes scanning his favourites. No prying without incentive! That was the rule he stuck with.
She would never make prefect. In an alternate world, she imagined that she might but that was a world eher rules of order and society were rather more malleavble, where imagination counted for at least as much as testable performance. She was Eliana Braverman, and she was so much more: the gray night wind sweeping through dreams, the stone dust, ubiquitous, and the relentless yellow dawn.
She bounded up the stairs of the owelry, buoyed by the spirit of something more. Nimble fingers held her letter until @angelus startled her. The folded parchement fluttered to the ground between them. She dove for it, throwing straw into the air as she sought to recover it before he could lay his hands on it. "Of course I have an owl, dearest." The affection dripped from her lips with time-honed playfulness. But this was one letter that, regardless of their friendship, he couldn't read.
Eliana Braverman. The last name would suggest she came from a line of Gryffindors. Angel didn't put much meaning on what house anybody was ever in. He had friends in all houses, for as far as that went. He wasn't the type of Slytherin with what one might call 'house arrogancy'. He valued each house, Hufflepuff included. Eliana was an interesting girl. From what one might say she was a Hufflepuff to the core. As far as he could tell she was a great friend to all. Maybe even so that a guy like him didn't deserve a friend like her.
He was not half as oblivious as he appeared to be though. He knew what it looked like when people had crushes or at least were flirting. Unless he was very wrong her playful comments were intended as flirty. Too bad she wasn't pureblood. He'd never be able to bring a girl like her home.
The way she went after the letter was also a hint to him. That frantic scramble to make sure the other person didn't read what you wrote or received. He had a frw of those letters in the past and had burned after reading. Secrets could only be safe inside the mind. He could probably fish them out if he tried. Legilimency was useful. He father thought him, just in case... well just in case.
"All right. Which beauty is yours then?" He asked as he looked around at the owls. He pointedly ignored the incident with the fallen letter as if it hadn't even happened. No need to make others uncomfortable after all. He needed all the friends he could get, always.
Ellie finally managed to peel the folded parchment from the ground, shaking bits of straw from the parchment and her shirt where her sleeve brushed the Owlery floor. She rose and fixed the Slytherin with a challenging expression. "How about all of them?" From a hidden pocket in her long skirt she withdrew a fistful of owl treats and walked past @angelus to look up at the roosts lining the walls. "Come and get them. Nicest one gets to fly." Half a dozen owls - a few just soaring in, and a feathered few that were nestled on their roosts - flapped down toward Ellie, landing on her outstretched arms. With her back to Angelus, a part of her mind was drifting to catch up from the momentary spark that shot through her at his pleasantly symmetrical face. Damn Angelus, and damn his perfectly pettable hair. She had been spending far too much time contemplating him and blood prejudice lately. Just when she would think she had reached equilibrium anew from teh turmoil of dragonflies that his grey eyes stirred up inside her, she would feel her own mind whisper again the poisonous what if/if only. She felt it again, the clench that couldn't be reasoned away with ease, the tightness behind her jaw and in her chest at the divide and it burned a black dispassion in her veins. But she was already turning to face Angelus again, willing away with practiced determination the rush of warmth to the back of her mind, a fading warmth in her chest as she smirked at him. I've a dozen. you want one?"
@angelus simply stared at herr with patient amusement. Ellie shook her head sending twists, feathers, and birds flying indignantly. The one that had perched on her head nipped at her hair before taking off and perching on one of the ledges way above in the shadows. Ellie shrugged. Birds, as humans, had delicate patience. She turned away from Angelus and held out her empty arm to Artemis, the barn owl she had befriended in her first year. Six years looked good on her. Artemis crooned and fluttered down where she investigated for any remaining owl treats. Ellie opened her first, turning the three hidden treats up for her inspection. "Whatever, Ecclestone. I'm too good for you anyway." She busied herself with tying the letter to Artemis, wearing her defiant freedom like a pin on the inside of her chest. It had an addictive taste that she couldn't wait to explore.