Davina was sitting in the Owlery. She had been told there was a letter for her. She assumed it was from her parents, after all, nobody else wrote to her. She was looking through all of the school birds trying to find the one for herself. She found her letter. It was her mum's writing, she could tell. Strange, as usually her dad wrote the letters.
Davina sat down on the seat and opened it. She read it through. Again and again. She took a deep breath. It couldn't be true, could it? She hoped it wasn't. She wasn't crying, oddly enough. Most people would be crying if they had just read that. Davina wasn't though, she didn't ever cry. She couldn't remember crying. Even as a baby she didn't cry much. She was upset though. She took the letter and sat in a corner. She was glad the Owlery was empty. She didn't want to speak to anyone. She was so angry. How could they have done this? She thought they were good people? She had never got on with her father, but still, this made her angry and upset. She didn't know what she was feeling. She crouched on the floor, the letter in her hands. She didn't want to go anywhere. She would just stay here. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare she was living in.