Chapter 4

"Hey Eglantine," Twilight said as he pulled another book from the shelf. "I found another way Others are different us."

Without looking up from the book she had, Eglantine replied, "If it's that we're younger I already noticed." She let out a soft sigh that Twilight might not have heard with their impaired hearing.

Twilight shook his head. "It's not that. Try to get your tongue to touch the inside of . . . well, whatever we have instead of beaks."

Eglantine found that confusing, but she moved her tongue forward. It was stopped by something new in her mouth. She ran her tongue along it. "Teeth." She said. "We have teeth."

Twilight nodded. "Weird huh?"

Eglantine made an 'uh-huh' noise. Then she set her book back on the shelf. "Well, I haven't seen anything explaining what happened to us or how to reverse it."

"Me neither." Twilight put his book back too. "Let's go see if the others had better luck."

They both took a few steps. Then they realized what Twilight had said was a pun and walked the rest of the way to the front of the store laughing.

The rest of the former owls were also there. "Any luck?" Soren asked.

He was met with head shakes. No one had any luck. Soren sighed in a defeated way. "Alright. The only place I can think of that would have better books is Hogwarts. That's how we found out how to make the portal."

"But Soren," Gylfie objected, "we could never get there from here. It takes two nights when we can fly, who knows how long it would take on foot."

Before Soren could offer any solution, an Other walked up to them. "You must be the new first years."

None of them responded for a moment. This was the first Other who'd talked to them that was actually an Other. Digger recovered first. "Yes, we're the new first years."

"Well come on then. We have to get you your supplies for Hogwarts." She led them away.

"Why did you say we were first years?" Twilight wanted to know.

"Because, this will get us to Hogwarts." Digger explained.

(There were five different people who are really the new first years. Kind of feel bad for them.)