"Stupid fucking owl," Draco grumbled, "Please, please just come down," he begged, holding the bacon he had brought with him as an offering above his head, "Please, come on, be a good owl - please," the eagle owl gave Draco a reproachful screech from its position, perched amongst the school owls, ten feet or so out of Draco’s reach, "Fucking  please!! " he pleaded, starting to sound positively desperate, but the owl only tuned it’s back on Draco, and puffed it’s feathers up as if it was preparing for a nap.