Mosag Snape and the Sorcerer's Stone

Meeting at the Owlery

Turns out I over estimated my housemates.

I was an outcast.

It didn't take them long to realize Professor Snape was unnaturally rude to the Gryffindors. Instead of being mad at Harry, his favorite victim, or Daisy, his least favorite star pupil, they went to me, his least favorite offspring.

(Which is true, as I am his only offspring so I am his most and least favorite)

Everyone had been avoiding me this week.

Which shows why I was in the Owlery right now, visiting Malaki. The large room was peaceful, even with the large amount of owls calling out and generally flying around. The large exit for the birds would bring in cold breezes come autumn, which was always nice.

My tawny was scuttling about by my feet. The smug bird was gorging himself on sunflower seeds.

I sighed, holding out my arm for him. He understood my need for a companion, flying onto my wrist.

He stared up at me, ruffling his feathers.

"Bad week." I answered, sighing. While I explained, I fed him more sunflower seeds. "It started out fine. Daisy woke me up early, went to Transfiguration, had lunch, it went to hell in Potions. That's Dad's class."

The owl huffed angrily.

"Yeah, I know, you don't like him. No one likes him, except the snakes." Was my angry reply. "Now I'm getting the same treatment, except the snakes hates me too."

Malaki cooed, gliding over to my shoulder. He rubbed his head against my blonde hair in what I could only guess was a sign of affection. The bird looked scary, but he was a big softy inside.

"Thanks Mally." I fed him another couple of seeds. "I'd talk to my friend, Daisy, about this except she got this thing against 'emotion talks', especially when parents are involved. Plus Potions is her best class. I can't ruin her favorite class."

My tawny's reply was cut off by the loud sound of a door opening.

Daisy skipped into the building. She hardly stopped until dramatically falling into a sitting position beside me.

Malaki glared at the annoying human.

"Speak of the she-devil, and she shall appear." I grumbled.

The brunette had been so against coming to a school. Now that she's actually good at it, she was Little Miss Sunshine.

Daisy sat next to me, on the side without Malaki. My owl let out a harsh growl of an owl call. "Another thing from age eleven, everyone hated you for being the teacher's kid." She remarked, crossing her legs and holding her feet.

"I'm talking to Malaki." I told her, peeved she'd interrupted the conversation.

She scrunched up her face, leaning back onto her elbows. Bit of a miracle Daisy didn't lean back into bird poo. "Couldn't you do that with squirrels?"

I nodded. "Don't forget fish."

"So, this is you practicing your powers?" Daisy asked. I tensed up, refusing to look in her direction. "Cause this is boring. Am I going to get the power to do that?"

"I'm talking to a bird. Something I learned how to do centuries ago, you know that." I snapped harshly. "Not a new skill. I have no new skills." I glared a warning at her.

"I don't know. You can work a quill like nobody's business." Daisy teased, cautiously.

My glare lessened. She had a point. I was better with quills then her. Which is weird, considering she used to be a Pegasus.