27. Owl
July 14, 2045
Aged: 16 years, 2 months

There it was.
Art saw it approaching. It was getting closer and closer, its features turning from a brown blob, to a flying animal, to an owl.
"Great Scott," he muttered nervously.
Walter, standing next to Art at the window, was green.

Art unrolled his parchment, breathing a HUGE sigh of relief.
"Outstanding for everything," he said. Well, at least the things that mattered. "How about you?"
Walter had slumped onto the chair.
"Walt?"
Art took Walter's parchment and read his NEWT exam results. "Twelve Outstandings! Walt, you c-couldn't have done any better if you'd cheated!"
Walt was absolutely speechless.