Letters For The Irish Holidays. Closed

Donny woke up early, the castle cold and stony as is in the winter months. He slipped on his robes and tried to hide the fact that he was still wearing his striped pajamas. After warming himself by the common room fire he walked across the grounds to the owlery. Once he made it to the stony tower, he settled in on the window-sill. He tightened his yellow scarf as it was even colder inside the owlery than outside. The thick glass imitated every breath he took as he looked across the blank sky for his well acquainted tawny owl from last time.

"Where are you little buddy..." Donny muttered through chattering teeth. He felt a small peck on the back of his neck, it was the little owl who seemed to hear his call. He smiled gladly, and took out a biscuit for the kindly bird. 

"I need you to go on another quest little buddy!" Donny said, trying to hype the tired bird. "The Irish holidays are this weekend, and my mom holds me accountable for contacting her." Donny said to the owl boringly. "I need you to deliver this letter for me," Donny said, tying the parcel to the leg of the tawny owl. Without further hesitation, he slipped in a few extra biscuits, and walked out of the owlery gladly as he was shivering quite intensely. 

The letter had enclosed...

Dear mom,
I am writing to you early because I'm not sure my deliverer can handle a long flight. School has been okay, accept for the teasing Slytherins that my cousin warned me about. By the way, how is Jr?  I know he is trying to keep ripples, his pet Chupacabra. I know ripples bit the neighbor, but he is nice to Jr at least. I really miss home. Homework is really hard here, way different than muggle homework. Well, I should stop rambling... how have you been doing? I know the ministry is quite occupied right now, with the muggle sightings and all. Well, I have to get started on my potions essay,  I hope you have good holidays!

With love,
Your son, Donny

P.S. Send me some treats from home!