Sasha looked up at the owls, and wondered if this was the right time to even attempt to send one. They were acting strangely, and she didn't like all the chaos.
"Why are they acting like that?" She asked him. She was nervous, and was trying her best to seem calm. She was a prefect after all, she should be able to handle some owls. But they looked aggressive, and that wasn't like the school owls at all.
"What should we do?" Her voice was slightly meek, and that wasn't like Sasha at all. She was loud, and she talked very fast, was upbeat. This had been a very long week.