After sending her last letter, Febby had immediately felt silly about her word choice and called the owl back. Which of course, misjudged it's return and missed the window. She'd had to climb out on the roof of the rooms below to retrieve the poor thing and now it was being a little surly. Then again, she couldn't blame the little guy. She'd sent a better letter informing Mr. Umbridge of the injury and then tried to spoil the poor critter until she figured out what to do with him.  

He hadn't written back, which was a little worrisome, but she'd convinced herself he'd been busy at work and that was that. It was silly to worry about the man, he wouldn't pay it any mind anyway, so there was no point. So instead after dinner, Febs had tended to his owl and then settled into her bed with the book he'd sent her. Curled up in bed with Andromeda in her lap, February was truly startled by the knock at the door. It was well past time to go to sleep, but then again reading late into the night was nothing new for Febby.

Lydia poked her head in to tell her that she had a visitor- in the kitchen. Sitting up, Febs cast her a curious glance and the look on her maid's face was a clear indicator of who it was. Against her better judgement, Febs paused to clean up her appearance in her looking glass, though she made little headway with her unruly plait and made her way incredibly quietly down to the kitchen, owl sitting carefully on her shoulder; at least she hadn't changed into a nightdress yet.

"Are you mad, do you ever want me to be allowed outside the house ever again?" It was hurried whisper, though the smile afterward betrayed her intended annoyance.