Zipping and swooping all the way from the Care of Magical Creatures professor's cabin was a lone silvery Indian roller whose wings would find no rest until it beseeches the healer.

"Madame Recard! Madame Recard!" came the strained voice of one Mathys de Nostredame from the tiny bird's beak. "Dépêche toi s'il te plaît. I have been slain by a sword and am bleedeeng out een my cahbeen! Dé-----dé----dépêche-----"

But the message did not complete itself and the silvery bird dissipated into thin air.