58. Hoot
--3rd Year-- Oww…
A dull feeling of pain ran through his hand as he lay on the cusp of dream land and reality. As it continued, Simon moved closer to wakefulness, slowly opening his eyes. His sleepy gaze drifted around the festively decorated common room for the source of the attack. It was at his side as he lifted his head that he spotted an owl pecking at his hand as if begging for a treat from the one human in the vicinity after delivering its parcel.
“Hoot.”
Simon shook his head knowing he was never gonna wait out Christmas downstairs again.