Brooms
Gylfie stared at Cron, frozen mid yeep. She sighed. She knew she couldn't do any good by standing here. It was time to go back to the other owls. She flew out of the room.
On the way back she peered into a closet. It was full of strange long sticks, with straw on the end. What a strange thing that is. She came over to one of them. Wondering what they were for she grabbed one with her talon. It shot out of the room and into the air.
"Wow!" she gripped the thing as tight as she could.
She could fly, so that on its own was nothing strange. But this thing went much faster than she would normally fly, and was much harder to control. She spread her wings out for balance. Then she saw a wall coming up. She turned the thing she was riding with all the strength she had. It missed the wall and zipped outside a nearby window. The thing drove itself over the grounds. Gylfie decided now was a good time to get off. Before she could however, the thing brought her to the owlery and stopped at one of the openings. It stopped so suddenly Gylfie slid right to the end and landed in the owlery. Luckily, she landed on her feet.
An owl nearby laughed. She glared at him. "Sorry." He muttered.
Hedwig, Twilight, and Elna flew over. "I see you discovered the brooms." Hedwig said.
"Oh. So that's what they're called."
Hedwig nodded. "The Others use them to play some sort of game. My Other's on the team." She looked rather proud.
Elna made a tsk noise. "Bragging about your Other Hedwig?"
"Well, he is a great Other." Hedwig said.