Harry ignored him, in favour of turning all his attention to the stroppy owl above them, "Hey there pretty birdie," he crooned softly up to the owl, "You’re such a pretty birdie, aren’t you," reluctantly, the eagle owl’s head twitched, "I know you can hear me... hmm? I’ve got something for you," in one smooth movement, the owls head swivelled round to peer down at Harry, "There you are," the owl hooted, enamoured with Harry’s gentle teasing tone, "will you come down please? Hmm, pretty birdie, aren’t you a beauty," the owl hesitated, before leaping from its perch and fluttering down to stand in front of Harry, "There we go, aren’t you a good owl, hmm," the owl preened under Harry’s compliments, and barely batted an eyelid when Harry delicately untied the letter from around its leg - it did freeze for a moment though, and glared threateningly at Draco when he approached with his own letter, "Come now, you’re doing so well," Harry reached back and took the letter from Draco, and tied it on himself, "There we go, good birdie,"