"That's likely," muttered Vianna thoughtfully with a nod as Ferris guessed his mum was probably in France with his aunt, though he wasn't too sure about this. She came to a halt as they reached the second floor and gave the boy beside her a smile. "In France or not, the owl will find her. I'm sure of it. And even if the owl can't do it, we'll find her somehow," she assured him before leaning on her toes for a second to place a peck kiss on his cheek. "Wait for me here, I'll be back with some parchment and something to write with in a second," said Vianna, gesturing for him to sit somewhere in the small sitting area near the piano before heading away down the hall.