Adam ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head like that would make it go away. "I sent her a message, though," Adam said, looking at Mikey seriously. "She hasn't sent anything back." He turned away from Mikey and climbed up the table, using his fabric-covered elbow to knock the glass out of the way so that the owl could get in. It was not the owl he'd hoped to see.
He dropped back to the floor, his arm aching all the way up now. He could deal with it later. He plopped down on the ground beside the table, pulling his wand out of his pocket and twirling it a little bit. "I'm going to have to go out there," he told Mikey.