Your instincts to comfort the sad animal overwhelm your curiosity about the letter it was carrying.
You pull the brown owl close to you. It does not resist, as it appears too tired or injured to care much about anything. You quickly tear your cloth napkin into strips, and with the efficiency of a muggle veterinarian, bandage the wing cleanly.
Your knowledge of animals allows you to notice that this owl has clearly been the victim of a magical attack. Someone did not want this owl to deliver its letter.
The owl looks up at you and clicks its beak. You somehow sense that this creature has been through very hard times indeed – days, or even weeks, of being malnourished.
Your brother takes the letter and flips it over. His surprise in having an owl crash into his breakfast is apparently not as shocking as reading to whom the letter is addressed.
“It’s…it’s for you.”
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