I write, "Granger, we need to talk. D," on a piece of parchment and tie it to one of the owl’s legs and off it flies. It occurs to me that maybe a place would have been helpful. I wrap my robes around me. Whether I said where won’t matter if she doesn’t reply anyway. I count stars. You can see draco to the north. One, two, three - fourteen stars - there are more than fourteen, you just can’t see them -