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There were no mail boxes in hogwarts. There didn't need to be; that's what house elves and the Owlry were for.

However, the laws of magic and the laws of physics hadn't spoken since that one day at gravity's stag party, so there was, for now, a mail box in the sorting room.

A lavender-grey hoof protruded from the mail box. Followed by a head that made a passing, disinterested effort at looking equine. Then the rest of a creature that could only be described as something that a little girl with no practical knowledge of nature and a lifetime supply of non-threatening children's entertainment would imagine a pony would look like.

It was small. The size of a normal pony, though the resemblance pretty much ended there. The coloring, for one, and the coiffed mane and tail. Wings. A mark branded into the rump that looked very much like a cluster of bubbles.

And huge, bright eyes. Bright, slightly askew eyes.


( The mail box vanished, and Hogwarts would be asked to give a warm welcome to Dipsy Doo. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____DERP_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____DERP_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____DERP_______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____OH, I LOVE MARMALADE!________"