Laura wandered up to the Owlery. Leaning far out of the window, she let the wind whip around her face. For a moment or two, she just stood there, taking in the veiw. Then, Laura turned around. "Godric," she called softly, almost a whisper. Hew Tawney owl flew to her shoulde and stuck its leg out. She carefully tied the letter to it, and then, after giving her an affectionet nip on the finger, Godric flew out of the window, oh - so gracefully. Laura wished that she could do that sometimes. Just get away from things.

She shook her head. No, she wasn't going to wallow in the dispear of the past. She was already loving Hogwarts, and she was determined to make it her favourite place on earth. Shaking her head, her micheivious grin returned, and with that, Laura left the Owlery.