[ ౨ৎ Owell was sitting at a bench, with her two feet at the ground and her broom on the bench as well, but it was laying on the ground, She thought about what she could do with her free time since there was really nothing to do other then fly through the skies at night, Maybe she could talk to someone or whoever came up to her. She fidgeted with her fingers quietly, humming some songs to herself, and fixing her hat.. she felt at ease during the night—since she was an owl. ౨ৎ ]