Belated Birthday Owl (Raven) for Roger Davies Hugin tapped impatiently on Roger's window at his flat in Portree, so early in the morning, it was nearly night still. A message was tied to the raven's leg and the bird was cranky from being sent out at that hour, and obviously expecting special treatment in the form of treats, water and praise.
The note read:
Davies,
Please accept my belated good wishes on your birthday. I am afraid I have been too busy to find anything suitable as a gift, and figured you probably could think of something you would be interested in.
The lab is still working on the potion, or they have misplaced it and are afraid of telling me. I will know more this coming week.
Owl me when you have found something you would like, and I will do my best to acquire it for you.