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Company With Dinner
by Amanuensis
Angsty drabble about Buckbeak. G-rated.
Buckbeak turns around three times before lying down. It's a habit he
picked up from the Dogman.
He's not tired, but he's hungry. If he doesn't want to kick up a fuss,
he'll have to do something else to take his mind off his hunger. So,
he'll sleep.
But how strange, that his friend hasn't come tonight. The Dogman knows
how much Buckbeak has hated being cooped up in this bad-smelling,
bad-feeling place for an entire set of season changes. Buckbeak knows
his friend doesn't like it either--there's almost never any smell of
sky or grass on him. Buckbeak knows some Men are glad to stay inside
these structures nearly all of the time, but not the Dogman. They were
happier in the seasons before, when they were out on their own, hunting
together.
Later, he wakes. Now he's ravenous. Though the window is large enough
for him to force his way through it, he knows the Dogman doesn't want
him to go hunting on his own. So, he kicks up a fuss. A loud fuss.
And soon, someone comes. But it's not the Dogman, it's his friend, the
one who smells of wolf at times. Buckbeak's so occupied devouring the
rats he's brought (fresh-killed, just the way he likes them) that it
takes him a while to notice how sad the man is. He stays there for a
time, stroking Buckbeak's feathers in the same way the Dogman does.
Buckbeak pushes his beak against the man's face, glad to have been fed
and wishing there was something he could do to make him not be sad.
He thinks it helps. The man puts his arms about Buckbeak's neck and
stands there with him. Soon, he goes.
Belly full, Buckbeak turns around three times and settles in for the
night. His friend will come. Tomorrow, he's sure.
-fin
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