He fondly rolled his eyes as he untied the red ribbon from his little owl, running his fingers through his feathers, making Merlin preen. It took a while before the letter was returned and Merlin resembled a fat grape, his feathers stained purple. The poor owl looks wholly unhappy, and well, if his dear cousin gave him a treat or two he wouldn't mind.
Dearest Poppy,
You deserve the best and more. It doesn't matter what you do, I will always support your decisions. You're a Foxwood. You're family, after all.
Sincerely,
Atticus
Atticus
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