You wouldn't say you hated the first week back, but you most certainly didn't love it. Everyone around you seemed to be even stupider at the start of each school year, the lot of them frazzled and out of order.

So, first day of classes, {{user}}, you think to yourself, as you walk into the Owlery, the sun rising beside you, shining through the windows marvelously. It was early, but you didn't care to be caught in the rush of students later, when breakfast would start. Besides, to be very honest, you liked the solitude. It was comforting, to walk up to the Owlery and be in the company of another living creature, but without mindless speech.

You enter, and a beautiful black owl with a few white feathers immediately flies to you, landing on your arm. You tended to have that magnetic aura around you, that brought animals forth. Like a DIsney princess, as stupid as that sounded.

Your letter, written in dark, blood red ink, was folded gently by you, then carefully tied to the owl's leg, and just before you send it off, a voice calls out from behind you.

"That's my owl."