They would have waited for Padma to meet them of the carriage, except it was raining even heavier when they arrived at the castle, and Daphne was shaking. "Let's be quick," Calla told her as they hurried up the steps into the Entrance Hall.

"Yeah," Ron said, hastening after them. "I'm soak-"

Calla pulled him out the way a second before Peeves dropped a water balloon right where he had been standing, and it splashed all over an unsuspecting Slytherin seventh year. "Whoops," she muttered, and Ron grinned, offering his hand out for a high five.

"Do that again?"

"You'll have to wait and see," she said, as Harry, Hermione and Neville caught up to the three of them, Hermione looking very bedraggled. Another water balloon fell next to her and she shrieked as the water seeped into her shoes.

"Peeves!" she shrieked. "Ugh, that stupid Poltergeist."

"Whee!" Peeves did a somersault in the air and sped off over to a knot of Hufflepuffs.

"Peeves! What are you doing?" Calla grinned as McGonagall came down the stairs towards the Entrance Hall, looking very angry.

"This'll be fun," Daphne whispered, and Calla grinned, hanging back a little so she could watch the confrontation.

McGonagall slipped at the foot of the stairs, clutching onto Hermione to stop herself from falling. "Sorry, Miss Granger," she said hastily, "very sorry. Peeves!" She straightened her pointed hat, which had gone a bit askew. "Get down here now!"

"Not doin nothing!" Peeves cackled, blowing a raspberry at a group of Ravenclaw fifth years just as he dropped a balloon on their heads, causing them to scream and run into the Great Hall. "Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeee!"

And he went wheeling off again. Calla rolled her eyes amusedly. Most thought Peeves a menace - and he very much was - but he could also be quite funny if you were in a position to safely watch the chaos he caused without being caught in up yourself.

Calla grabbed Daphne's hand with a grin, and set off jumping around the Entrance Hall, dodging the puddles of water and Peeves, who seemed to have noticed her and was trying desperately to hit her. "No fair!" he cackled, as she ducked behind Cedric Diggory, and she grinned up at him, only to get hit full-pelt in the face, water spraying over her glasses.

She was stunned for a moment before Daphne burst into laughter, dragging her blindly along and into the Great Hall, where she was shoved into a seat at the Ravenclaw Table so she could take her glasses off. "Let me guess," Padma said, already sitting opposite them. "Peeves?"

"He hit her right in the face!" Daphne cried, laughing loudly. "You thought you'd gotten off, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Calla muttered, grinning as she shook her head and desperately tried to find a dry patch of her robes to wipe her glasses.

"Here," Terry said, handing over a handkerchief. "It's about the only dry thing in this place."

"Thanks," she told him with a smile, taking the handkerchief and wiping the drops of water from her glasses. She held them up to her eyes first before she was satisfied and put them on, handing the handkerchief back to Terry. "Ugh, I'm freezing."

"No wonder," Lisa said. She had a blanket over her shoulders. "It's horrid out there, and Peeves is only making it worse."

"You lot are weak," Isobel announced, grinning maniacally from behind dripping ginger hair. "Try running into the sea on the first of January. Then you're cold."

"Like you've actually done that, McDougal," Michael said, shaking his head. Drops of water sprayed off and hit Daphne, who glared at him. "Sorry."

"Boys," she muttered. "You're like dogs, all of you."

"Oi!" said Anthony and Terry in indignation.

Daphne gave them a withering look. "You've yet to prove otherwise."

The boys all looked very offended at this proclamation, and Calla laughed, which quickly turned into her shivering. "Where are those first years?" she said, looking around. "Hurry up so I can get something warm to eat."

"You said one of them would probably fall in," Daphne pointed out. "I bet there's been two."

"Malfoy's looking drenched," Padma said in a low voice. Calla turned around to look over her shoulder and saw with some satisfaction that Malfoy's platinum hair was in fact plastered to his head, his robes were completely soaked, and he looked very disgruntled about this.

"Serves him right," Daphne said, running her hands through her hair to sort the tangles. "He was being horrid on the train. I have told him to stop being such an insufferable arsehole, but he doesn't seem to want to listen."

Calla grinned at that. "Boys never listen," she said. "Especially not Malfoy."

"Do you think he will be entering the Tournament?" Padma asked, leaning over.

"He wouldn't win," Calla said. "He probably wouldn't even get picked for it."

"That's a bit harsh."

"You just called him an insufferable arsehole!"

"Well, yes, but that is true."

Calla chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Wonder who will though... They're bound to be announcing it tonight." She glanced up to the High Table, eyes flicking along. McGonagall was likely cleaning up the Entrance Hall, and Hagrid ferrying the first years across the lake. All the usual teachers were accounted for, but... "Anyone heard who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is?"

"No idea," Michael said, as his stomach rumbled loudly. "Probably a vampire." Calla glared at him very hard. "Sorry. Whoever he is, he's probably getting drenched."

"Who says the teacher's a he?" Mandy asked loudly, and Michael rolled his eyes.

"It's neutral, Mandy."

"It's not neutral, Michael, it's a specifically gendered pronoun."

"It's like mannaz!"

"It is nothing like mannaz! Do you even know English?"

"Don't be stupid, Mandy."

"They're doing my head in already," Daphne moaned quietly, laying her head on the table in front of her. "And I'm starving."

No sooner had she said this than the great oak double doors swung open, and Hagrid stepped in, putting an immediate end to Mandy and Michael's bickering. Hagrid was followed by a gaggle of excited but soaked looking first years, who were all staring around the hall and shivering. The last of the first years was a tiny thing, bundled up Hagrid's massive moleskin coat. "Look at them," Daphne giggled. "Drenched."

"What's the betting the one in the coat fell in?" Padma snickered, glancing over.

"Oh, no odds, that's definite," Calla said, grinning as the little boy waved and shouted something over to the Gryffindor Table, before being hurried along with the rest of the first years. It occurred to her there were quite a few more of them than there had been in her year; she'd estimate maybe sixty to seventy as opposed to their thirty or so.

The Ravenclaws all watched quietly as McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on a rickety sort of stool at the front of the hall. "Gosh, were we ever that small?" Daphne whispered, looking at the first years.

"You still are," Calla whispered back, grinning, as the Sorting Hat opened its large mouth and began its length song. Calla always enjoyed this part, as the song was different every year and the hat always seemed to have something interesting to say.

The Great Hall burst into applause as the Hat finished its song, and Calla grinned along the rest of them, before McGonagall cleared her throat. "Let the Sorting begin," she said clearly, as the hall went quiet. "Ackerley, Stewart."

They all peered over curiously as Stewart, a short, nervous looking, dark haired boy with large glasses, went to sit beneath the hat. "Ravenclaw!"

Their table cheered as little Stewart took the hat off his head and rushed over, looking rather flushed. "Baddock, Malcolm!" was next, going over to Slytherin amid scattered applause and hissed from the Gryffindor table.

"Rude of them," Daphne muttered, glaring at the Gryffindor and clapping politely for Malcolm.

They all watched on as Eleanor Branstone and Owen Cauldwell both went over to Hufflepuff, amid cheers. Calla caught the eye of Zacharias Smith, and grinned at him. She could tell even sitting down he'd gotten taller over the Summer, and he'd done something with his hair that was... Rather nice looking. She ducked her head down, as her cheeks had suddenly gotten very hot and she was sure she must be blushing. She glanced up next for Emma Dobbs, who was sorted over to their table, taking a seat beside Lucy Beardsley of fifth year, who chatted familiarly with her.

Calla caught the two girls looking over at her and smiled tightly, looking determinedly away as "Drake, Ingrid!" went over to Slytherin.

"Can't they hurry up?" Daphne whispered, tapping the table impatiently. "We're hungry!"

"I don't exactly think they're trying to take forever, Daphne," Calla replied, and started clapping again as Erin Freeman joined their table. "They're probably hungry too, or sick from too many treats on the train." From the looks of Erin Freeman, who was a little green, it might be the latter.

"Alright for them, all I got was a squashed pumpkin pasty!"

"And whose fault was that?"

"You squashed it!"

"You-"

"Shh!" Padma was looking at them, shaking her head. "They're Sorting."

"Yeah, Potter," said Lisa, and Calla scowled at her.

More and more first years came over to Ravenclaw, the last of whom was Orla Quirke, a tall, curly haired girl who seemed to be bouncing her way along to the table, neither hungry nor queasy as she sat by Emma Dobbs. Calla was by this time growing very envious of those people who had thought to have a decent meal on the train; her stomach rumbled as the final first year was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Professor McGonagall whipped the Sorting Hat and its stool away, and everyone in the hall sat up expectantly, looking at Professor Dumbledore, who had gotten to his feet and was smiling out at them. "I have only two words to say to you all," he told them, voice echoing around the hall. Emma Dobbs whispered something to Orla Quirke, looking rather awed. "Tuck in."

They all loaded their plates, Calla grinning widely as she helped herself to chicken and Yorkshire puddings. The new students were all staring at their plates, as though uncertain of themselves, and Calla passed the Yorkshire puddings down to a nervous looking boy, who glanced up. "Have one," she called over the din of the table. "They're great."

The little first year took a Yorkshire pudding tremulously, Before Calla set it down, trying to stifle a grin. "They're so sweet," Daphne said, nodding back at the first year. "Little squirts."

"The Orla girl's taller than you are, Daphne," said Padma, earning herself a glare.

"She is not. Just because you two have suddenly sprouted!"

Calla giggled, tucking into her dinner. On Daphne's other side, Mandy, Lisa and Michael were having a heated argument about the goblin wars, which Calla would have jumped in on had she not been certain she'd end up getting her head ripped off by a very fierce Lisa. Isobel and Sue both seemed to be scribbling the last of their Summer homework down, and Terry and Anthony's heads were bent in a conversation that Calla couldn't hear.

All around her was the familiar hum of Hogwarts, the feeling of being at home. She hadn't realised how much she'd missed it until she was back and was certain she wouldn't want to be absolutely anywhere else, even though the roof was thundering and lightning was flashing across the windows. When at last the puddings arrived, even Daphne, who had insisted she was full not two minutes earlier, started to eat with great excitement.

"This is so good," Isobel said around a mouthful of meringue. Daphne rolled her eyes, eating her cake as daintily as one could.

"Please shut your mouth," she said, and Isobel grinned further. It was a bit gross. "Heathen," Daphne muttered, flicking her hair.

"Buzzkill," Isobel said back.

When they were all quite full and content, the food vanished from their plates, leaving them sparkling clean, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet at the front of the hall. The hall went quite in response, and the wind and rain seemed louder still.

"So!" Dumbledore said, beaming. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I once more ask for your attention so that I can give out some important notices for this year."

"Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that his list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-Yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr Filch's office if anyone would like to check it." Dumbledore looked like he was trying very hard not to let his amusement show. "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to all students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all students below third year." Calla didn't think there had been any year at Hogwarts in which she hadn't wound up in the Forbidden Forest at some point.

"It is also my painful duty," Dumbledore continued on, "to inform you all that the inter-house Quidditch cup has been cancelled this year."

There was an immediate uproar at this statement. "What?" bellowed Michael, who had been intending to try out for the Ravenclaw Team again this year. "You can't do that!"

"That's ridiculous!" Cho Chang cried, looking furious.

"You can't cancel Quidditch!"

Dumbledore held a hand up for quiet and the Hall fell silent again. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy. I am sure that you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pride in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-"

Calla knew what Dumbledore was about to say, but his words were cut off by a great bang as the doors to the Great Hall were flung open. She turned around sharply, to see a man illuminated in the doorway by a flash of lightning, leaning on a large staff and wearing a long, dark travelling cloak. The man lowered his hood to shake out a great mane of dark, grizzly hair, and set off down the length of the hall towards the teachers' table. Calla shivered as he went past the Ravenclaw table; he had one bright blue, fake eye that swivelled around and landed on her uncomfortable. She could feel it linger on her forehead, and ducked her head down quickly so her hair covered the scar.

"Who the hell is that?" Isobel whispered, as the man limped his way up to the high table, a dull clunking sound echoing through the hall with ever step he took.

"I don't know," Padma whispered back, frowning.

The man reached the top of the table and limped along towards Dumbledore, as another fork of lightning flashed through the Great Hall. Calla stared as the man's face became clear. It looked like it had been carved out of weathered wood, and there was a great pale scar slicing down one side of his face, seeming to tear at his mouth. His nose seemed to have been partially torn off, as there was a very large chunk missing, but the eyes were what made Calla shudder. One was normal, small, dark and beady. The other, on the scarfed side of his face, was fake and an electric blue colour. It swivelled madly around the Hall, jumping from student to student. Then, to Calla's horror, the eye swivelled right back to the back of his head, and all they could see there was white.

"That's horrifying," Sue said, very quietly.

The man reached out a very heavily scarred hand to Dumbledore, shaking it roughly. They spoke a moment in a murmur, and Dumbledore frowned like he was trying to work something out, before nodding with his mouth in a very straight line, and gesturing for the stranger to sit in the seat by his side.

He sat down, shaking out his hair, and pulled a large plate of sausages towards the remains of his nose, before spearing it sharply with his knife and beginning. Calla raised her eyebrows. He was definitely a very strange stranger; could he really be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Though his normal eye was fixed upon the sausages, the other, blue one kept swivelling around the hall, taking in each and every student.

"May I introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said brightly into the silent hall. "Professor Moody."

So she was right. Calla didn't really know how to respond to this announcement, and no one else was clapping except Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid, she she stayed quiet, glancing at the other Ravenclaws, who all looked rather shellshocked by his bizarre and sudden appearance. Professor Moody, however, seemed like he couldn't have cared less, and reached to his side to drink deeply from a hip flask.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again, looking out at them all. "As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students still staring transfixed at Moody, "we at Hogwarts are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the next few months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament is to be held at Hogwarts this year."

There it was. Calla leaned back, grinning as the hall roared into a shocked response.

"You're JOKING!" Fred shouted, breaking the hall's silence. Everyone started laughing at that, and Dumbledore smiled at Fred with a twinkle in his eye.

"I am not joking, Mr Weasley," Dumbledore said with a smile, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the Summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all go into a bar..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and gave Dumbledore a rather stern look. Calla grinned. "Er, but maybe this is not the time - no. Where was I? Ah, the Triwizard Tournament... Well, some of you will not know what this Tournament involved, so I hope that those of you who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.

"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago, as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of Wizardry - Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the Durmstrang Institute, and ourselves, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A champion was selected to represent each school and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turn to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a very excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities - that is, until the death toll mounted so high that the Tournament became discontinued."

"Death toll!" Isobel whispered.

"Potter was right!" Lisa said over the table, looking utterly surprised.

"Well, obviously, Turpin," Daphne whispered back, beaming.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the Tournament," Dumbledore continued over the Hall's whispers, "none of which have been very successful. However, our own Departments of International Magical Co-Operation and Magical Games and Sports have decided that the time is ripe for another attempt. They have worked very hard over the Summer to ensure that no champion will find their self in mortal danger." Somehow, the fact that this has to be mentioned, didn't assure her that the Tournament would be entirely safe. "The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short listed contenders in October, and the selection of three champions will occur on Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand galleons of prize money.

"Eager though I know many of you will be to bring the honour of the Triwizard cup to Hogwarts, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry for Magic, have agreed that to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration."

"WHAT?" Michael shouted, eyes widening.

"This," Dumbledore said, raising his voice slightly over the outrage of the students, "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will be dangerous and difficult, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below this age group will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinked our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His eyes glittered in the direction of the Gryffindor where the Weasley twins were sitting, outraged but likely already plotting some way to get around the rules. "I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting your name if you are not yet seventeen."

"Like that's going to stop people," Michael whispered across the table.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, and remaining with us for the rest of the year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our guests over the duration of this coming year, and will all give your whole hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when they are selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be well rested for the first of your lessons tomorrow morning. So, bedtime. Chop chop!"

"A thousand galleons..."

"Can't believe you have to be seventeen..."

"Not fair at all..."

"Bet we could show up any Beauxbatons students..."

Calla kept a grip on Padma and Daphne as they tried to squeeze through the crowds spilling out of the Great Hall towards the dormitories. "There must be some way to get your name in," Daphne was saying, as they headed for one of the passages they knew, avoiding the main squeeze. "Mustn't there?"

"Not if Dumbledore's the one stopping it," Padma said. "You can't trick Dumbledore."

"Yeah," Calla agreed. "Besides, you heard him, people have died. And even if you did get your name submitted, I'm sure they'd have some sort of process to sort at the end to make sure no one under seventeen did get picked in the end."

"Suppose," Daphne said, skipping on as they slipped into a tight hidden staircase to take them up to the Ravenclaw Tower Entrance. "But I am fifteen next month anyway, I'm sure I could handle it. It's a shame, I would have liked to have given it a try."

"Really?"

"Well, it's not every day you get that opportunity, is it? And if you were champion you'd get to meet the other school's champions too, and think of all the things you could learn. No one even knows where Durmstrang is, but I'm sure I could get it out of their champion."

"Could you really now?" Padma asked, grin tilting her lips.

"Of course," Daphne said as they stepped slyly out of the passage, crossing over to the Tower. "I can be quite a persuasive person at times, you know, Padma."

"I'll believe you if you can persuade the judge to let you in the Tournament," Padma replied, shaking her head as she knocked on the eagle on the door.

"Only one colour, but not one size,

"Stuck on the bottom yet easily flies,

"Present in sun but not in the rain,

"Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.

"What is it?"

The three of them stared at the door knocker. "Well, I don't know," Daphne said. "A rainbow?"

"How's a rainbow not present in the rain?" Calla asked, and Daphne flushed.

"I don't know! Clearly I'm not right anyway."

"And it said only one colour-"

"Right, call off the 'let's insult Daphne' forces!" She threw up her hands in protest. "What does no harm?"

"Air?" Padma suggested.

"Unless it's poisoned," Calla pointed out.

"Stuck on the bottom but easily flies... A shoe?"

"A shoe?" Daphne asked, incredulously.

"Well, they do come in a lot of sizes... But not only one colour."

"Also, most people do wear shoes in the rain."

"Present in sun... I was going to say a shadow, but there are always shadows, even when it's raining. It fits all of the other criteria."

Daphne nodded. "They're only one colour but everyone's shadow is a different size and changed size depending on the sun..."

"Technically shadows can't have a colour," Calla said. "If they're defined as the absence of light, which is what created colour. So it would be more accurate if it were, without any colour."

The eagle door knocker sighed and swung open. They all blinked. "I guess we got it right somewhere?" Padma said, going in.

"Either that or it took pity on you."

"On me?"

"A shoe?" Daphne mimicked, and Calla giggled.

"Shut up," Padma muttered, grinning as she shoved both their shoulders and set off towards the girls' dormitory. "We got there in the end. It's all part of the thought process, that's what matters."

"A shoe?" Calla echoed again, and Daphne cackled, before entering the dorm and throwing herself onto the bed dramatically.

"I am exhausted," she said suddenly, spread out like a starfish.

"You've had a very trying day," Padma said wryly, grinning as she went over to her bed, digging her pyjamas out of her trunk.

"I really have," Daphne told them. "And tomorrow will be horrendous. I just know it."

"Get to sleep then," Calla laughed, and Daphne shook her head, sitting up abruptly.

"Can't. Someone must have an idea on how to get past the judge."

"Yeah, and whoever does is definitely going to tell you to increase their competition."

Daphne shrugged. "Can't hurt to try, can it?"

"You three were quick," Isobel said from the doorway, as she sidled in with Lisa, Mandy and Sue. "I swear I thought we were first."

"We have our ways," Calla said mysteriously.

"What about this age limit then?" Mandy said, sitting down. "I think it's ridiculous."

"It is ridiculous," said Lisa, scoffing. "Who says we can't do anything seventh years can?"

"Dumbledore, apparently," said Sue and shook her head. "Still, I suppose he has a point. I wouldn't like to go up against someone three or four years older than me, would you?"

"All depends on who they are," Lisa said, taking a brush through her hair. "I suspect there are a lot of Gryffindor I could take on easily."

She leaned forward into a handmirror, and put on what seemed to be mascara. Calla stared at her. "It's nine o'clock, Lisa," Padma said. "Why are you putting makeup on?"

"We're going to the boys' dormitory," Lisa told them, pointing at her, Isobel and Mandy.

"So you're putting makeup on for the occasion?"

Lisa's cheeks reddened, and Mandy whispered (not very quietly), "She thinks Michael will like it."

"Mandy!" Lisa shouted, as Calla laughed. "Don't laugh, Potter. Just because you don't have anyone who fancies you."

"Says who?" Daphne challenged.

"I'm not laughing at that," Calla told Lisa, grinning sideways at Daphne. "But Michael likes you anyway, Lisa."

"Yes, well. We're all growing up now, aren't we? I like a bit of makeup. It makes me seem more awake. Alert."

"Birds are alert," Isobel said, and then laughed smally. "Parrots are alert. Owls are alert, why not put Moony up there instead?"

Lisa made a disgusted noise. "You're all really not funny, you know!"

"On the contrary, Lisa," Daphne drawled, "you really don't have a sense of humour."

"Oh, shut up!" Lisa snarled, throwing her mirror down onto the bed and yanking her brush through her hair again. She would definitely tear it like that, Calla thought, having experienced Aunt Petunia brushing her own hair harshly many times. When she was younger, she'd always cry when the brush caught a tug - which was often - and Aunt Petunia would scream at her to be quiet and it would only hurt worse when she tried to swallow her sobs. "I'm going like this, no matter what you have to say about it. Come on, you two."

Isobel shot Calla and the others a wide grin as she left the dormitory with Lisa and Mandy, who was assuring Lisa that she looked lovely. "Something's got her wand in a knot," Padma said mildly, having changed now into her pyjamas. The three of them looked at Sue expectantly, and she blinked.

"I don't know what," she said huffily. "Lisa never tells me anything, only Mandy. Or Michael, I suppose. If you ask me, he's started to realise how annoying she is, and he doesn't like it."

With that rather unexpected outpouring, she took her pyjamas out of her trunk and stomped over to the bathroom. "Well," said Daphne, smirking up at the ceiling, "if he has only just realised how annoying she is, he's taken his bloody time about it."

Laughing gently, Calla went to get changed and then wrote out a quick letter to Remus.

That's me just settling down for the night. I was right earlier, the Triwizard Tournament is going to be held at Hogwarts this year. Professor Dumbledore said that students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be visiting - I don't suppose you know much about those schools? I think it'd be really interesting to meet students from other countries, though they'll probably all be older than me anyway.

We've also got a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody? He's a bit odd, and has this bright blue magic eye that likes to move around a lot. It creeps me out to be honest. Give my best to Sirius and our feathery friend!

- Calla

Then she stuck her head out of the window and called Moony in. With a flutter of wings and a loud squawk, the owl landed on her bed. "Lisa hates when you do that," said Sue pleasantly, as she tucked herself into bed.

"Yeah, I know," Calla told her, attaching the letter to Moony's leg. "Take this to Remus for me, boy?"

Moony nodded firmly, swept a wing out towards Matilda, and then took off out the window into the night.

Author's Note: And Fourth Year officially begins! I am so excited for this year and I really hope you guys enjoy it too! Let me know your thoughts! :)