A Nighttime Visit: #58 Hoot

Hoot.

Tonks sat up straight in her bed and stared at the clock. Was that an owl? Did she hear at owl? She strained her ears in the silence. When nothing happened, she fell back against the blanket with a heavy sigh. No owl. Her eyes drifted closed.

Hoot.

With a curse, Tonks threw herself out of bed and fell over the blanket that was piled on the floor. There WAS an owl. She stumbled around in the dark.

Hoot.

The scrabbling at the window helped her find it, and she threw it open. Finally. She’d been waiting for weeks.