At the crack of dawn, Botros was out of his office, a worried expression etched on his face, and made his way determinedly up to the school's Owlery. It was an emergency and Hogsmeade was too far away right now, using the Headmistress' fireplace was out of the question either thanks to how old she looked compared to him. It was all very embarrassing and too odd to him. He had a small stack of folded parchments with him that he intended to send to his personal Healer in St. Mungo's.

The tower seemed to be empty as he expected, thankfully. Ab frowned up at the owls, most of them had tucked their heads under their wings by now. He balanced the parchments on the edge somewhere and started whistling gently... whispering was for birds in general, hooting would be too creepy.

It took him ten minutes to get the attention of a white owl, it had just come through the big opening and landed on his arm. "St. Mungo's." He whispered to it, tying the rolled-up parchments securely to its leg. "Be quick." And he watched it fly away.