Charles Miller, owner of Miller's Books & More, walked into his store on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Perched on the front desk was a small grey owl with a letter in its beak. Charles wondered how on earth the owl had entered his store and briefly questioned his sanity. He was getting too old for this.

He adjusted his glasses and carefully approached the owl. He had heard many tales of wild animals, and was determined not to catch some outlandish disease. Though he was sixty-three, he was not yet ready to die. The owl dropped the letter and stared at him with expectant eyes. Charles quickly grabbed the letter and began opening it. He made sure to watch the owl out of the corner of his eye. As he unfolded the envelope he first noticed the elegant handwriting.

To Whomever This Concerns, the letter read.

I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies for breaking into your store and stealing your wonderful books. It was a terrible thing to do and I am deeply sorry. I have returned each and every book (they are sitting behind the counter), and I would be glad to pay you for the broken window. I would also like to invite you to my wedding. I know the invitation sounds strange coming from a complete stranger, but I actually contribute some of my relationship to you. You see, it is on the day that we (meaning my husband-to-be and myself) broke into your store that we finally got together. I have written the date and address of our wedding on the back of this letter. I understand completely if you do not want to attend, but if you are planning to I would like if you would RSVP. Just write a reply and give it to the owl. He will get it to me. Again, I apologize for my childish act. It truly was uncharacteristic of me.

Sincerely,

Hermione (soon to be Malfoy) Granger

Charles blinked quickly as he looked up from the letter. The owl continued to stare at him. Its eyes followed him as Charles walked behind his desk. Sure enough, there sat two tan bags full of books. He stood dumbfounded for a moment before frantically searching through the desk's drawers for a piece of paper and a pen. He found a pencil instead, and tore off a piece of a yellow flyer. Scribbling quickly, he wrote his reply to Hermione's letter. He held out the piece of paper and the owl greedily took it.

The owl then turned his head in the direction of the door and made a small noise. Charles understood that that meant the door needed to be opened, so he did just that. Then, he watched as the owl flew off into the sky.

"I must be crazy," Charles whispered to himself. Then he shook his head and walked back into his store.

It was going to take a while to get all the books back in proper order.

The end! I hope I didn't disappoint and I thank everyone for reading. I had great comments throughout my entire story. I look forward to reading comments from everyone on my next story (whenever that will be).

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