She continued to happily chatter with her new and old friends, not noticing the owl until it had landed next to her. She looked to Daisy with worried eyes. An owl visiting during the feast couldn't be bringing good news. Her heart sank as she thought about their conversation on the train about Daisy's ill father.

"What is it?" she asked as she watched her sweet friend open the letter. It wasn't good news at all. She watched, feeling completely helpless, as her friend started to cry. "Is he?" was all she could get out. She didn't know how to say the words.

She slid even closer to her friend, offering a hug if she wanted. There were no words to express how sorry she was or that could help her friend feel better. "Do you need me to get someone for you? I can find a professor if you want."