Happy Howler

Breakfast was proceeding as usual in the Great Hall. Harry was chatting with Mae and Stew, just finishing off his bacon and omelette. That was when the family owl, Peppersalt, flew right into the jug of orange juice, tipping it over (she was a rather young and inexperienced owl). Hooting in a rather abashed way, Peppersalt stuck out her sodden leg so that Harry could untie the bright red envelope. Knowing deep in his gut what it was, Harry cringed as he broke the seal on the back.

But, instead of the voice emitted from the Howler being angry, Nigel seemed rather joyful.

"Harry! Harry, guess what! I GOT A PUPPY!"

A/N: This is a very short one-shot indeed. I just wondered what a happy howler would sound like, and so I had to write this.