Natasha walked up to the Owlery, a letter in her hand, as she looked around for a school owl to use. She didn't often send letters to her parents, because it wasn't usually necessary. But it was important now, very important. Although she knew what her parents would say, she still needed to ask.

Soon she found an owl that looked good, and she picked up the owl gently, and tied the letter to the owl. Natasha watched the owl fly away, a soft smile on her face. When the owl disappeared out of sight, her gaze fell down onto the sunny grounds below.