"Are you a Dementor? Because you just took my breath away," the next bird announces softly. "My love for you burns like a phoenix on a burning day," the one that follows whispers. "Going to bed? Mind if I Slytherin?" I gasp at the little bird, forgetting Ron. The last bird changes. "Have you heard of Platform 9 and 3/4? Well, I can think of something else with the exact same measurements."