Quentin gave another yawn. Her day had started early, finally she wouldn't have to get up at stupid o'clock to entertain her damn brother. On weekends she was going to sleep in as much as she liked, she couldn't wait.

She reached the forth year room and spotted her trunk right at the end next to a window. Now she had to unpack, she hated leaving things undone. She spotted her owl perched on the headboard of her bed, he hooted at her and flew to her trunk pecking at the handle.

"Alright, I get it." she muttered, taking out the owl pellets.