Preston was an animal person, and though he thought that owls were extremely useful and a great addition to any wizarding family he had yet to get himself an owl. He had helped his younger brother Hank pick one out to take to Hogwarts, but that was as far as he had ever gotten to buying an owl.

It was time though, Preston had decided. He had a void in his heart after his loyal pet raccoon died a few years ago, and his turtle had mysteriously disappeared one June day (he thinks that Hank had something to do with it), he needed an animal companion.

Entering into the shop, Preston wasn't entirely sure what type of owl he wanted. If he had the space he would buy multiple owls, but his tiny flat in the heart of the city surrounded by Muggles didn't allow him to do such a thing.

Roaming around the shop, Preston stopped at nearly every owl cage he came across and looked intently inside of it, wondering if that was the owl for him. Eventually he came back to the spot he had started at and began to narrow down which owl he was going to take home with him. "Why is this so difficult?" He asked one particular owl.