I open the book and sip from a cup of coffee as I read. A sound pulls me out of my concentration and I find Fawkes sitting next to me. I jump up from the surprise and quickly look around the room to see if anyone has entered, but I am still alone. Fawkes has a letter clamped in his beak. Carefully I stretch out my hand and take the letter, he lets go and waits. The Phoenix has never been so close to me and I can’t hold myself in. I scratch him on top of his head and can feel that he is pressing himself harder to me. We look at each other and he kind of nods towards the letter, I stop scratching him and open it. 