Return Owl to Luna
Ron's owl returned, chirping happily, and Ron looked at the clean neat note, with the scrolling writing that he recognized as Luna's. He scanned through it quickly, and then moved to his desk to rummage for a piece of parchment. He jotted out the note, and tickled Pig on the ear, scratching in his feathers and watching the little owl turn his head and almost purr.
"Come on, off with you. Get back here and I'll rub the other side, you little mug," he said with affection.
Luna,
I am all for another lesson. Wednesday work for you? And I'll look into the flowers. I like a challenge.