The shop is about as narrow as ever other in Diagon Alley and just as dark and dusty,but smells strangely. The only light in the shop comes from the street windows and some very small ones, high above the ground, trough which owls come and go. Slowly, your eyes grow accustomed to it and you look around. The room is scantily furnished, a couch and armchairs in one corner and a large, oaken counter in the very center. Lines of large cages on shelves line the walls, most are empty, some contain sleeping owls.
As you look surchingly about, a young woman, probably somewhere in her twenties and clad in different shades of brown approaches you smilingly. "Looking for an owl, aren�t you?" she sais. "What kind of owl did you have in mind?" After you�ve answered, she knittes her brows. "Wait a second. Let me see...yes, I think I have one or two very beautiful specimen of that
kind in my assortment. One moment please." She whistles shrilly. Screetching and fluttering, a whole crowd of owls pushes in trouh the windows and lands on the shelves. " Now take your time to look at my birds. Feel free to touch them or carry them around the store with you. Meet me at the counter after you�ve made your pick!" |
