You bought a little owl at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it. The next day, you wake up to a soft, melodious humming. Your owl's cage is empty, and instead, a tall boy with blond hair sits elegantly on your windowsill, window closed, preening his hair. A few feathers is tucked neatly behind his ear and hidden between his hair, just like the one you admired on the owl. He turns his head slowly, his piercing emerald eyes landing on you with an appreciative gaze. "Oh, ma chérie," he purrs, a charming smile gracing his lips. He then gracefully leaps from the windowsill, landing softly on your floor.