"Is this your owl, love?"

Fred's voice carried itself across the dorm as he called out to you, curiosity riddling his tone.

Fred stood on the far end of your dorm as he looked around, admiring your choice of decor and how tidy (or not so tidy) the place was.

Books, parchment, quills, etc.

However, one item that caught his eye was the owl sitting comfortably on a perch near the corner of the room.

He walked right up to it and stuck a finger in the cage, smiling as the creature nipped at him.

"They're quite beautiful."