Zeke walked into the owlery, shivering slightly. Why hadn't he worn something other than a thinnish sweater?! He didn't have an owl, want one, or even need to use one. He just wanted to see who was around. He was slightly lonely.
He looked over and saw a younger Ravenclaw girl tying a letter to her owl's leg. "Hey," he greeted her with a smile. "How's it going?"