the s u n still rises |sydney/open|

[doodle]

Blaize had wound his way up to the owlery, he often came here to think, to clear his head. Lately it seemed the owls were his friends, a couple of them often came down to his shoulders to affectionately nibble at his ears. They seemed to be able to sense that all was not well in his life. However, this time, none of them came to settle on his shoulder. It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to peek over the November horizon. The owls were still somewhat active, prodding around, coughing up pellets. What he was not expecting, was a tawny owl to come and deliver him a letter. Curious he opened the envelop and read the letter inside by the dim light.

Dear Mr. Blaize Weasley,

I have received your manuscript entitled The Soothsayer and am pleased to inform you that WizzHard Books has chosen to publish it. Enclosed is a copy of the manuscript and my editorial suggestions. Please edit and submit your revised copy and send it my way by 15 January. I look forward to your revised version. Please, do not hesitate to contact me with any questions!

Sincerely,

Mrs. Wanda Salamander

For the first time in a long while, a genuine smile came to Blaize's lips. He looked to the window, looking at the sun coming over the horizon. The sun still rises, Blaize thought as the door creaked open to reveal...