Without looking where she was going, the seventh year ascended the stairs, holding an envelope in her left hand. In the other hand, she held a letter for her best friend, which she was re-reading. Her eyes were carefully scanning the words written in her horrible distinctive handwriting, so she didn’t mind to see where she was stepping.

Once she got to the owlery (without stumbling on the staircase!) , the Ravenclaw took a few steps towards the desk, still reading the words scribbled on the piece of parchment. Mhm. Seems fine, the Ravenclaw told herself, raising her eyes from the letter.

Hmm. She would have to borrow one of the school owls to send the letters. Owning an owl would be useful, but also rather impossible- since she also had a cat. Tsk Tsk. Jinx wouldn’t really have appreciated it, had his owner brought an owl to Hogwarts.