A frantic tapping at the window of their bedroom woke both of the Dolohovs up from a sound sleep. It was unusual to receive post before the sun was up. Concerned that there was a problem or some sort of emergency, Antonin leapt up from the bed. Padding across the room completely naked thanks to their unexpected, but pleasurable late night activities, he opened the window to accept the delivery from the impatient owl. The creature flew off into the darkness before he could even offer it an affectionate ruffle of its feathers or a treat.