"Is that your owl Harry?" je glanced up at Cho as he past the Ravenclaw table, and nodded, his expression tight and grave; Cho gasped and was immediately on her feet, "Is she okay?" she asked urgently, "Oh look at her feathers," much like Draco, Cho reached out a hand and gently stroked Hedwig’s cheek, and the owl preened just a little, clearly enjoying being doted upon, "What happened?"