The house was alive with noise.
Corvus Potter, a twelve-year-old girl, tried to keep her owl, Egra, from making too much noise. Her aunt and uncle, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, were having guests over–and they didn't want them to know about their estranged niece/nephew.
Corvie sighed, tossing Egra an Owl Treat. Shifting, Corvie reached up and brushed a strand of gray hair out of his face. The gray and white hair had been the results of her trauma when a fellow student had tried to assault her last year.
Corvie heard Dudley downstairs. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"
Soon the conversation turned to sports.
Just then, a loud CRACK sounded. Corvie jumped. A house-elf was standing there.
"WHat are you doing here?" Corvie hissed, then froze as he heard the footsteps of her uncle pounding up the stairs.
"What the devil do you mean by it?" he began. Corvie stepped in front of the elf, kicking him underneath the bed. "You just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke!"
"That's probably for the best," Corvie sassed. "It's very racist."
Uncle Vernon growled. "What?" he snapped. "It's not–!" He broke off, running it over through his mind a few times before glowering back at his nephew.
"Yeah," Corvie conceded. "Not ideal. Seeing as the Masons are Japanese people themselves."
"What–how did you–where–?" Vernon spluttered. Corvie held up a hand. "I know these things. I'm special that way."
Vernon slammed the door behind him, and Corvie knelt down in front of the bed. "Come out, it's safe now," said Corvie. The house-elf came out, covered in dust.
"What's your name?" Corvie asked.
"Dobby, sir," said the house-elf. "Dobby the house-elf."
Corvie shook his head. "My guy, you can't be here. Uncle Vernon will blow a gasket if he finds out someone from the magical world is here!"
"But sir," Dobby protested, stepping forwards. "I've come here to give you the low-down! There is a plot!"
Corvie stopped. "Something's gonna happen at Hogwarts?" he asked, his fear increasing. Dobby nodded, then ran and banged his head against the door "Bad Dobby! Bad!"
"Let go of the lantern," Corvie yelped, as the elf banged himself on the head with a table lamp. "My guy, you gotta go!" he added, twisting the elf's ears behind his head so that he couldn't hit himself.

"PRomise Dobby, sir," shouted the elf. "Promise that you will not go back to Hogwarts!"
"FIne," Corvie said. "I promise."
The elf disappeared with a loud CRACK.

Corvie lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He brushed his hair out of his face, then rolled over, staring at his bags. He had just promised to stay at home for an entire–!
Just then, there was a bump.
Corvie glanced out the window–and almost screamed in excitement.
Padma, Sue Li, Lisa, and the Levioskey twins were hovering outside of the window.
Corvie opened up the window.
"How come you haven't been writing back to us?" Padma demanded indignantly.
Corvie tossed the girls the luggage, simultaneously explaining the situation.
She unlocked the cage and let out Egra. The owl perched on her owner's shoulder. Corvie smirked at the others as they moved towards the rising sun.