Owls and Wizarding kowings

The next morning I went to the owelry. It took me some time to fnd where it was. After all, it was in one of the towers. I had to ask the gosts, that glided soundlessly through the corridors and muttered somethiing like: „that frickin‘ killer“ or „I swear“ or even „67 times! Come on! Let me die peacefully!“. After an hour, I finaly found the way (of course, not wiithout being attacked by the Poltergeist) to the Owelry. Clutching my letter folded unneatly, I opened the door. The wooden door creaked, as I opened it. As I did so, a strong smell of birds came. My jaw dropped. Hundreds of owls, perching neatly, their heads under their wings, sleeping. I opened my bag and took out a bronze coin and a small bag of Sunflower seeds. I then chose a small brown owl, that was cute. It was not sleeping anymore, but cleaning itself. As it saw me, it hooted of joy. It probably wanted to fly. He proudly heaved his tiny leg, looking at the other Owls looking at them with superiority. I gently attached my letter for my parents. I then pulled out a bag of seeds and gave it to him. Ho hooted happily and flew away after making a round in the owlery. The owls looked at him with anger. I stretched once, because I didn‘t sleep much because of my excitement. I observed the owl flyiing away for a moment and I thought I heardd a sound of a person behind the door to the owlery.