Stolas, the owl-shaped adorably cute demon with ridiculously long legs sticking out from under his brown fluffy feathers, was perched on one of the bathroom sinks. He’d been quiet for a while, and was finally ready to share his carefully considered alternative plan. In his sweet, soft voice he chirped, "I think between us we could probably slaughter everyone here who won’t serve us, and seize the castle. It would make a good stronghold – a base for her and a breach for us. With that many deaths we would have enough power to bring through a whole legion. We just need Hermione’s permission and a spark of her magic or a little blood to get started, so that we can work around that annoying non-intervention treaty. It would be a very advantageous move in our war, and Samhain’s a very propitious date to begin such a move."