After many hours of flying, not that he didn't enjoy it, Hades made himself comfortable on a lower branch in a random tree.

Now, where could his mistress be? He could, of course, look for her, but the tiny leather bag that had been carefully attached by Mrs Hopkins to his left leg was pretty heavy to carry around the grounds, if he wanted to start looking for young Miss Hopkins.

Being stubborn, Hades simply stood up there, scanning every single figure that was passing. His mistress will have to look for him this time, because he was tired and not moving. Nope.

And... there she was!

Helena was wandering around the pathways, looking for some other disgusting little creatures, just in case Hades couldn't arrive in time. But as she passed a few trees, she suddenly heard a hooting noise.

She looked up and smiled as her eyes met the tiny ones that belonged to her owl, Hades. She outstretched her hand, and waited for him to fly down and make himself comfortable there. "Hey," the girl grinned, as she stroked his shiny feathers. "Thank you," she said, untying the tiny leather bag from his leg.

The owl flew away, probably to the owlery, as Helena opened the bag to find a few bezoars from her mother. She knew this was cheating, but she didn't want to touch more disgusting... things.