Stuck

Victoria held on to her parcel, her body sweating, stockings in Autumn was not a good idea. She had remembered today during her CoMC classes, that it was her father's birthday, and she loved him, he had to get a present. She had bought him a 12-pack of butterbeer, as she remembered that that was her father's favourite drink, besides muggle beer.


She opened the door to the Owlery, and the foul stench of Owl's dropping's seeped into his nostrils, she covered her nose with her sleeve, and walked over to where her owl Scarlet was usually perched,
"Sh--," she said aloud, when she saw her owl was not there. The last thing she wanted was to have to stay in this horrid place, is was also very cold, lucky owls with their nice warm feathers. She knew by the way her luck usually turned that this was going to be a long night.
She hoped they'd be someone to talk to.

The voice was right, there was plenty of shit in the owlery. There was barely a surface not covered with the stuff, and that was why Shylock didn't like keeping his own bird up here. The odds of her catching something from the motheaten school hens were overwhelming.

"I entirely agree," he said

She jumped as he said the words. She hadn't seen him, as she'd been occupied by cursing at her owl. "You scared me" she said panting, "I didn't see you there' she said.
Once she had finished panting she plainly asked. 'You owl gone too?"