She hooted contentedly as he stroked her feathers with his strong fingers, soothing and scratching in all the right places. He'd been so happy to see her, had even called her beautiful. Without a doubt, this man made her feel like no owl ever could. She was certain those feelings would be reciprocated...

Sirius jumped up in alarm, tumbling the snowy owl from his lap in the process. She squawked indignantly while he scrambled to retie his trousers. He stared at her in consternation for a prolonged moment before resuming his letter to Harry.

Don't use Hedwig, keep changing owls...

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