Rowling used the Message Cantrip
Billy walked with his eyes checking street names and then street signs. He had his phone to help too but this was a bit of a test for how well he knew the area and his feel for the street that he might one day call his home. If he liked a building but thought he might get mugged on the way in then that probably wouldn't do. Plus it was a nice day for a walk. As he made his way past a coffee shop, the rich smell of some dark roast java reaching his nose, he heard his name called out. The familiar voice sent a small shiver through him that he chose very much to ignore and pretend never happened. He glanced to his side and noted a familiar pretty face tilting down a pair of big sunglasses at him. He shot her a smirk of recognition and stopped his search to talk with the mistress of waves, a term of endearment he sometimes thought about her considering their first meeting.
“Lin.” He said back to her smiling.
He moved toward her, but didn't make to sit down with her at the table. She hadn't invited him to do that, she'd just called his name. If she was just looking to say hi to someone she recognized then he wanted to be able to have a friendly chat then be on his way. No need to impose on her. Actually, he realized, she was the very one that put him in touch with the realtor that gave him his list of potential properties. Coincidences never cease. While he greeted her, his familiar Rowling did one low circle, intently eyeing the dragon. It welled up a small tendril of magic and sent it toward her via the message cantrip its wizard had developed.
Hello, Miss Lin. It said simply, with a voice that seemed to echo in the mind... and in an almost unmistakable impersonation of Alan Rickman as Snape from the Harry Potter movies.
Billy walked with his eyes checking street names and then street signs. He had his phone to help too but this was a bit of a test for how well he knew the area and his feel for the street that he might one day call his home. If he liked a building but thought he might get mugged on the way in then that probably wouldn't do. Plus it was a nice day for a walk. As he made his way past a coffee shop, the rich smell of some dark roast java reaching his nose, he heard his name called out. The familiar voice sent a small shiver through him that he chose very much to ignore and pretend never happened. He glanced to his side and noted a familiar pretty face tilting down a pair of big sunglasses at him. He shot her a smirk of recognition and stopped his search to talk with the mistress of waves, a term of endearment he sometimes thought about her considering their first meeting.
“Lin.” He said back to her smiling.
He moved toward her, but didn't make to sit down with her at the table. She hadn't invited him to do that, she'd just called his name. If she was just looking to say hi to someone she recognized then he wanted to be able to have a friendly chat then be on his way. No need to impose on her. Actually, he realized, she was the very one that put him in touch with the realtor that gave him his list of potential properties. Coincidences never cease. While he greeted her, his familiar Rowling did one low circle, intently eyeing the dragon. It welled up a small tendril of magic and sent it toward her via the message cantrip its wizard had developed.
Hello, Miss Lin. It said simply, with a voice that seemed to echo in the mind... and in an almost unmistakable impersonation of Alan Rickman as Snape from the Harry Potter movies.