Entering the Owlery after the entirely too long of a walk from the first floor, Eris scoped her surroundings with the a spark of amazment. What once was most likely a rather large room, was now cluttered with wooden poles and bronze rods crossing over each other or stacked up with only a two foot interval between each one placed, creeping their way up the walls and into the non-viewable sky-scraping ceiling. When trying to look up into the dark dome, it was blocked by a reverse sea of endless owls, hooting, flying, sleeping, and scratching, itching for something to be able to do but seemingly too bothered to fly at the moment and stretch out their wings.

Of course, she had come to send a letter that two other children had beat her too. The two pieces of parchment finely rolled, tied and gripped in her hand, the young witch turned side to side at all the owls.

"Excuse me....?" she asked the girl who had just sent off an owl herself. "Which owl do we use?" She sure didn't want to take someone else's owl, and Eris had opted to bring a kneazle to the school.