Furmgoat couldn't fly as fast as he used to. Even with his wonky wings and slightly podgy owl belly he had always been a good flyer, but now it took a little longer. Still, he had flown as fast as he could to Hogwarts, right in the front door, and then into the Great Hall. The worst part about being an aging owl was that he didn't get as many treats from the hoomans anymore. Furmy hoped that THIS hooman would give him treats. Now where was the hooman he was looking for? There! Furmy dropped the letter on the table in front of her, and landed on the girl's arm and let out a pathetic screech. He wanted treats for the effort of delivering that letter so fast.