A pecking at his window roused him from his nap. He opened the window, letting the snowy owl in.
Removing the paper and reading it over to himself, he let a lopsided smile escape. He read it again before grabbing a new scrap of parchment and nearest quill.
About to send it, he quickly scrawled another line before folding it and fastening it to Hedwig. Giving her a treat and a quick pat, she flew off into the night. He didn't know why adding five little words made him so nervous.
"Thank you. I love you."
Or maybe he did.