Isabella walked into the Owlery. She looked up and spotted Albania. She took out the letter she had written to her father and read it over once more.
Quote:
Dear Father,
Hope you and mother are well. So far my classes have been wonderful. I have decided to try out for my house Quidditch team. I thought that might please you and perhaps, if I make the team, you could come see one of my games. Hope to hear from you soon. Send mother my love. I love you.
Yours,
Isabella
"Albania!" She called and the snowy owl swooped down to perch on a stone near where Isabella stood. She gave her some treats from her pocket and pet her silky feathers. "Please take this letter to father." She said as she tied the letter to the bird's leg and within moments her owl was airborne.