Ethan leaned in the doorway of the owlery for a moment to catch his breath after climbing the many flights of stairs to get here. But as he did, he caught the full aroma of just how bad it smelled in here.. and his hands were too full to cover his nose. Grimacing somewhat, the Ravenclaw walked further into the room, his potted lavender in one hand and a box a little bit bigger than the plant in the other hand.

He set both items down on a table in the center of the room. It had been nearly two weeks since he had transplanted the rooted cutting and he felt that it was now healthy and strong enough to survive the journey. Ethan gently ran his fingers along the length of the branch. It was only about 20 cm, but it was sturdy and the tiny soft purple buds were beginning to open. He gently breathed in the plant's fragrant aroma and picked up the pot to gently set it in the box. The Ravenclaw pulled out his wand and cast a cushioning charm around the plant to keep it safe on its journey. He was sure it would survive that.. hopefully it would survive his mother's 'care' before he got home for the holiday to help with it.

The fifteen year old dug out a letter and a bit of string from his pocket. He placed the letter inside the box with the plant and tied up the box with the string. Once the package was secure, he looked up at the owls, motioning for one to come down. He looked around for a couple owl pellets to give to the volunteering owl as this was a long journey. "I need this delivered to Meloria McCarthy.. in Heidelberg," he told the owl as it hopped onto the package and grasped the string in its claws. Ethan tied some more string onto the package and owl just to make sure it didn't go falling off mid-flight. Once he stepped back, Ethan watched the owl take flight with his package through the open window.