#abstarter

Taran untied the morning paper from around the foot of his angry little scops owl, Oiseau Ennuyeux, and spread it open on the table in front of him. He offered Oiseau an owl treat from the little pouch he’d brought to breakfast with him as he flipped through the paper looking for any interesting news. Mother hadn’t written in three days which was unusual enough to make him get up even earlier than normal just to scour the Prophet. At Hogwarts students always seemed to be the last to know about anything important happening in the outside world and it irked him to no end that more often than not he had to find things out from the paper rather than from his parents themselves or even a teacher. God forbid anyone communicate around here. 

An impatient nip at his finger from the stupid bird made him look up just as someone sat down opposite from him.

“You’re up early...” he raised his eyebrows in question as he scratched the top of his owl’s head before she flew off. “And the whole table is still free but you’re sitting right in front of me. Must be my lucky day.”

yes, that sounds good