"George's owl." Alex shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the closet doorknob. "You can put yours here if you want..." Always easier to let someone put their own coat up than to fumble for it.
He tucked his hair back, considering the question, then sighed."It got destroyed in an attack. Death Eaters. That's when..." Alex bit his lip hard to stop its quivering. "Where my mother died."
He turned and moved to the bed, sitting and pulling off his boots."Sit anywhere you want..."