Morning Coffee

99. Newspaper

Rowena had just been discussing the satisfactory amount of interest the magical world was showing their newly established school with Helga when her coffee went splattering across the table.

She sighed, cleaning it up with a flick of her wand and glaring at the offensive owl.

She valued her morning coffee greatly, especially on Thursdays when she had to teach first-years directly after breakfast, and she certainly did not appreciate her newspaper being delivered in such a clumsy fashion. She would have to make sure they sent out more experienced owls than the youngster currently twittering excitedly above her head.