A small bag jingled in the pocket of her robes as Arienna made her way up to the owlery. Grapes. She hadn't a clue why, but Natasha loved grapes. It was odd, to say the least; having a vegetarian barn owl as a pet. Every other owl the girl knew would do anything to get their talons on a big and juicy rat or shrew, but not Natasha. Arienna had tried to explain to the owl that it was not normal and it was most likely not healthy, but the feathered creature would not listen. The owl hunted for vegetation instead of for animals, but there was such a small variety of edible plantlife nearby. The witch tried to bring things such as grapes and lettuce up to owlery whenever possible.
Sometimes, they hunted together; her a fox and her owl an owl. They would run and fly through the forbidden forest, making a contest out of who could gather the most food (It was usually Natasha, as Arienna was not a natural forager). The young witch enjoyed their time together, as not a-lot of other wizards seemed to have as close a bond with their owl as she had with hers. It felt special.
As she neared the top of the stairs, Arienna noticed another witch coming down from the owlery. She recognised the girl some, but not enough to know her name. She was a Slytherin. That much she knew. After multiple run-ins with different Slytherins, most on the negative side, Arienna tended to stay away from the house. She knew that some could be kind-hearted, but the witch had no patience today to hear any jokes regarding her weight or habits.
But, she noticed, that this witch was blocking the entrance. She was sure that it was not intentional, but it was annoying nonetheless.
"Would it be an inconvenience to move a meter or so to the left?" She asked, trying her best to sound cordial.
"I have a treat for my owl that I would like to deliver before next Tuesday."