Likely another owl. Hopefully, it was bright enough to use the post nest like the rest of them. After all, she wouldn’t be collecting her letters any time soon. Her magic was dim, near-gone. Even basic household chores alluded her to the point she’d charmed Crookshanks’s kibble scoop to drop food in his dish, and that had used the last bit of power she had left. His water bowl had received a similar treatment before that — a modified