Pavo the peacock was having a fabulous day. Upon waking from a glorious slumber, he challenged the pride to a race to his favorite tree in the orchard and was rewarded with the first pick of the trees' new blooms for breakfast. A short rest was followed by mid-morning grooming; as the finest of all peacocks, it was vital that he kept his pristine white plumage in tip-top shape. Once he was satisfied, he found a quiet area to hone his mating dance. The hens wouldn’t be able to resist him this season, he was sure of it.
As he was settling down amongst the pride for his afternoon nap, Pavo heard a faint noise coming from near the Manor. He perked up his head and listened intently.
“Boys!” a voice called out.
Master had come to visit! Pavo sprang to his feet and took off running, jumping into the air occasionally to fly a few yards. It had been ages since Master Draco had visited.
As he drew near the Manor, Pavo noticed that Master was not alone. He was standing in Mistress Narcissa’s rose garden with a woman.
Pavo slowed his pace and walked towards the pair with his head held high, his plume trailing behind him.
“Ah, here they are,” Master Draco said as the pride arrived. Master introduced the others as Pavo looked the girl up and down. She was clearly not of the same class as Master, what in her simple dress and unkempt hair. Did she not know the proper way to groom her own plumage? Pavo thought to himself.
Upon arriving in their view, Pavo shook out his plume and let it open in grandeur. The girl gasped at his beauty, and Pavo strutted in a circle to let the sun catch every last crystal.
Master grinned at him. “And this is Pavo, my first and best peacock.”
“You named your peacock “the peacock” in Latin?” The bushy-haired girl asked the Master, laughing. Pavo gave a chirp of indignation and ruffled his plume as he lunged at her.
The audacity! No one made fun of Pavo.
Just before he was to nip the girl, Master jumped in front of her and threw his arms wide. “Pavo! No!” Master yelled.
Pavo was shocked. Master was protecting her! He forced his plume back down and squawked loudly.
“Merlin Draco! What is he doing?” the girl screeched, cowering..
Master Draco gathered the girl in his arms and Pavo watched as he kissed her.
Ah. So she was Master’s hen.
The girl was approaching him now, under Masters guidance, with a handful of Pavo’s favorite seeds. “I’m sorry. Pavo is a beautiful name.”
Pavo stared at her indignantly for a moment before acquiescing. He bowed before her and took the offered seeds, nipping her finger in the process.
“Ouch!” she cried.
No one would insult Pavo on his fabulous day, not even the future Mistress.