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Irina trudged her way yet again up to the owlery before breakfast. It was quite a hike from the Slytherin dormitory down in the dungeons, but she dutifully made the trip each and every morning. Routine was important, and her morning stroll through the castle was just that, routine. To anyone observer, Irina played the part of a devoted daughter, writing home each day to her beloved parents. In reality, her motives were much more sinister, but they were hidden well. Letters written in code and addressed to her father meant nothing to anyone that might intercept her letters. But to the recipients? They held valuable information. 

This morning had been like any other. Irina made the trip to the owlery without delay, seeing the same people she always did. Small nods here, a morning greeting there, it was all part of the routine. What was out of the ordinary, however, was the figure she saw in the owlery. Irina had done her best to avoid her brother this year. Could she even call him her brother anymore? They certainly didn’t act like loving siblings. She stood in the entrance, watching him curiously. What was he doing here? Who was he writing? And most importantly, which owl had he used? Irina knew her brother loathed the very sight of her, how tiring that must be for him, to feel so much anger. Irina didn’t much care. This was her routine, not his, and she would not have it messed up by her idiotic half-brother. “Andrei.” Irina greeted, her voice bored. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”