He was sending letters as well. "For your family?" she asked, eying the owl which just left.

The boy was probably letting them know about the Tournament? Most likely, or not, these kids in Hogwarts seem to send plenty of letters for no particular reason. Strange.

"Fine" she said, with a smile on her face. Now, which owl? Which one can go through the coldest skies. A smirk grew on her face as he asked a question, "For every task, Fletcher, not just the first one" there was a nod somewhere in there before she spotted a black owl that will most likely do the trick.

"Have you?" she asked, eyebrow slightly raised, "Been practicing any spells, or potions, or just plain exercise?" because getting up here was quite some exercise. And one of the three two letters was safely tightened to the owl, before letting it go.

She then spotted a gray one. Huge one. That one will go farther north. "I vonder, is Fletcher your first or last name?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, the now-worn-loose dark red hair cascading to that one side.

Because she paid little attention to the Goblet of Fire after her name was said.