She had been flipping through the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee when Malfoy’s asshole of an owl landed on the stone balcony. The bird looked at her and pulled the parchment that had been tied to his leg away with his beak, ripping the parchment in the process. Dropping it on the stone, the bird looked at her with what she could imagine was disdain and flew away. She retrieved the torn parchment with a chuckle and settled back down at the table. Clearly, he had not expected a response. 