Oliver read and reread the owl, a frown crossing his face. He'd felt a little guilty when he'd seen who the letter was from, realising rather belatedly that he hadn't ever gone back to tell the Headmistress that he'd found what he was looking for, but he could remedy that when he saw her at the tea.
Curious over what sort of proposition she had for him, Oliver immediately snatched up a bent quill from his desk and rummaged around for parchment and ink.
I'm intrigued, Headmistress, but will leave off badgering you with questions as to what this is about until I see you at tea. I've some other news to share with you as well while I'm there.
Looking forward to seeing you Wednesday, Oliver Wood