Sara flopped down on her bed that afternoon. Classes were hell at the beginning of the year. Everything was rules and what not to do and it just seemed to drag on and on. She stared up at the ceiling, hopping that tomorrow they'd start teaching them something.

Her last class was Transfiguration. She was so relieved when it was over and Harry, Hermione, and Ron were standing outside the door, waiting for her. They invited her to Hagrid's place later that day, and she promised to go if she didn't get homework.

Ravin curled up next to her leg and Sara sat up to pet him. She reached over and grabbed the plastic bag that she had transferred the turkey onto earlier. She knew Ravin could smell it. He peered and meowed and begged, as if he thought he wouldn't get any.

"Okay, fine," Sara said, pretending it wasn't all for him.

In mid chow, however, he looked up at the open window and stared, holding perfectly still.

Sara turned to see… it was…

"…Sam?..."

The owl hooted and landed on her bed. Ravin sniffed curiously. Though obviously tense, Sam allowed this. He was an ugly bird, Sara was sorry to admit. He was a dusty-looking barn owl with one yellow eye and a dark brown eye. He was missing a tow on his left foot, as if it had been taken from him at a young age. And then it occurred to Sara; how old was this bird? If Malfoy had named it only five or so years ago, it couldn't be very old… could it?...

Sara offered the owl some turkey and Sam took it. She laughed to herself as she watched the cannibalism taking place… how strange it seemed that a bird was eating bird… and with a cat!