By: Zachary Rosen '16
There were black feathers scattered along the pavement, caught in the folds of a white oxford, red tie, and blue backpack. Sotiropoulos came upon the seemingly abandoned clothing and tapped it with her foot. It was cold outside, the winter chill making the hair on her arms rise. The last thing any student needed was to be walking around naked. Think of the paperwork.
She felt eyes on her and looked up, examining each of the windows of the Creeden facade. Somewhere, on the third floor, there was someone looking. But the figure moved as soon as she began to look, and she could only make out a shock of black hair. English?
Suddenly, the mess of clothing moved and a small, black creature squirmed out. It ruffled its feathers and looked around. “What are you doing here?” Sot asked. The crow looked at her with eyes clouded by doubt, uncertainty, fear, and confusion.
“Caw!” it shouted. It turned its head, as if listening to itself. “CAW! CAW! CAW!” The crow seemed incredibly distressed by now, flapping and dancing as if in a seizure. Sot knew it might be rabid or attack a student. She tried to shoe it away with her foot, but then it stopped. It went back to the pile of clothing and began to rifle through the pants it had just climbed out of. With its long beak, it reached into a pocket and pulled out a wallet. Carefully, the crow slipped the maroon card of a Severn ID, and held it up to Sotiropoulos. She examined the card. It had the name William Fung on it, with the picture of the pasty Asian boy plastered underneath.
Sot looked at the creature at her feet and sighed. “This is not my department.” She reached her arm out and the bird flew gracefully onto her outstretched wrist. She walked into Creeden, looking for the only person she knew could deal with this. And then she'd yell at him.
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