[It hops from perch to perch, landing on railings and window sills and ceiling rafters and whatever else it can to lead Merlin down the hallways to an area where one wall is rounded, four doors branching off from it. A statue of a man in wizard robes stands in the center of the area. Leaning against it is Sir Bancroft, arms folded casually. The bird circles over his head twice and he raises a forearm to give it a place to land.]
Well done. [The bird looks at him impatiently, and he rolls his eyes] Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten. [He pops something out of his pocket and holds it up near the bird, who pecks it out of his fingers quickly.]
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Well done. [The bird looks at him impatiently, and he rolls his eyes] Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten. [He pops something out of his pocket and holds it up near the bird, who pecks it out of his fingers quickly.]