Originally Posted by MsMorgan

Mariel climbed the stairs to the owlery, intent on sending her weekly report to her father. Though she claimed to keep vigilant, the truth was that she had been quite distracted the past few months, a distraction in the form of a certain Gryffindor, and she had not been quite as observant as she had promised. But she still kept her promise to write and report weekly on the occurrences of Hogwarts, not that she noticed anything strange going on - proving that she wasn't really paying all that much attention.

As the fourth year's feet walked over the feather-covered floor, she noticed a handful of students engaged in conversation. A quick nod to acknowledge their presence, Mariel strode over to a familiar spot in the room at which point her black owl, Pandora, flew down from her perch and alit on her shoulder, hooting expectantly. "I know what you want," she murmured to her owl as she dug out a few treats from her pocket and offered them to her pet. The fifteen year old then pulled out a piece of rolled-up parchment from her other pocket and guided her owl from her shoulder to a perch close by to facilitate tying the letter to her leg.