"Feeling much better-," she began until an owl flew by and plopped a letter onto her bowl. Thankfully it didn't touch the porridge as it flew off. She shrugged and set the letter aside to eat more when a rather large and intimidating owl flew in, landing in front of her and knocking over Nicolas' pumpkin juice. "Ruddy owl!" she admonished, quite fed up with the lot of them as she mopped at the spilled juice with her napkin. She had the tendency to forget her witches training and resort to muggle ways of things when upset. The owl glared at her and held out its leg as high as it could. "Oh alright," she huffed. She set the napkin aside with an apologetic look toward Nicolas. She untied the package and the owl ruffled its feathers slightly, still glaring at her. She grabbed a small plate and put bacon and kippers on it, absently sliding it further down the table. She didn't want the bird eating over her food. Gross. "Huh. It doesn't have a name," she said, turning the brown paper wrapped package around in her hands. There was only a wax seal on the back with three letters she couldn't make out.
