Errol
Digger flew into the owlery with his potions book. He could here Elna telling some story about steeling a broom. Whatever a broom was. He flew up to join them. They all turned to look at him. "Uh, Digger, you're blue." Hedwig pointed out.
Digger scowled. "I know. I'm not sure how to get it out yet."
An owl laughed in the back-round. Digger hissed at him. "Sorry."
"Don't feel bad Digger. He laughed at me too when I came riding in on a broom." Gylfie pointed to something in the corner. Oh, so that's what a broom is.
"Yeah, he's like that." Another owl said, waving her wing to the laughing owl.
"I said I was sorry."
Digger let those two argue and turned to look out one of the openings. He saw an old great gray owl flying outside. His eyes widened as he realized who it was.
Digger flew out. "Errol!" he called out.
Errol turned, looking tired as always, to Digger. "Oh hello Digger. Do you realize you're blue?"
Digger sighed. "Yes, I realize that. Anyway where are going?"
"Oh, one of my Others wants me to deliver a letter. I have to go get it."
"One of?"
"Oh yes, I have several Others."
That must be awful. No wonder he's always so tired. Digger thought. "I can get it for you." Digger offered.
"Oh can you? That would be wonderful." Digger nodded. "Sure. Just tell me how to get to your Others."
So Errol gave him some directions and he set off.