closed Breeze Above Shall Feathers Fall

Fredrick had always been fond of cold air, it was a cloudy and windy day when he climbed the circling stairs of the owlery, though he initially intended to study and finish his potions lecture at the library, he found his feet leading him towards the tower, owls everywhere, feathers all around, he stood by the balcony at the upper side of the owlery to get a full view of the castle and the Quidditch pitch not really far off where he was standing, he liked the breeze that flows through his hair, and the occasional return of owls after delivery of love letters ending up in rejection or mostly belated mother's day greet. "I like it here" he said to a tawny owl that perched in his side "it feels relaxing, like the breeze is washing away all your stress from schoolwork" he continued, the owl merely impressed by his own words "oh c'mon don't give me that look!" but the owl just hooted him goodbye and fled to the high grounds of the mountain and fredrick returned to the stairs, only to be interrupted by an owl he didn't recognized from his housemates nor the other students, it has a note tied to it's feet, when he took it, the owl didn't came to rest in the owlery, instead it flew away and left fredrick by the stairs.