I entered the boat house. I saw Zarya, the wolf, lying n the boat, the way I'd left her last night.
'Hey, Zarya,' I greeted. I held out some bread for the wolf. I wasn't sure what wolves ate so I just took my chances with the bread. To my surprise she actually took it. 'You probably haven't eaten in ages, have you?' I asked, as I stroked the wolf. 'I wish I could stay with you all day, but I can't you see, 'cause I gotta learn magic,' I continued stroking Zarya. 'Listen,' the wolf looked up. 'I've gotta go. I'll see you at lunch, yeah?' I stood up and walked out of the door.
I was on my her to the Great Hall when I noticed Heather was heading towards the Owlery. Heather didn't notice me so I used this to my advantage and followed her.
Just as I had predicated, Heather walked into the Owlery. I walked in and hid in the shadows.
'Hey, Bert,' said Heather, as her owl, Bert, landed on her arm. 'Now, I need you to get this letter to the whistle.' said Heather, as she attached the letter to Bert's talons.
The whistle? Who's the whistle?
Once the letter was attached, Bert flew off. I saw Heather turn around to head out of the Owlery. I thought this would be a good moment to show myself.
'Who's the whistle?' I asked, startling Heather.
'What?' asked Heather. 'How long have you been there for?'
'Just answer the question, Heather,'
'The whistle. The whistle's nobody.'
'So, Bert's sending a letter to nobody? First it's 'whistle' and now it's 'nobody'.'
'It doesn't matter who the letter's going to. It's none of your business, Cat!' Heather tried to get out of the Owlery but I stopped her.
'You're not going anywhere until you tell me where that letter's going,'
The bell sounded that it was time for the students' first lesson. I ignored it. Heather tried to get out of the room again.
'You won't get out, Heather, so there's no point in trying,'
'It's none of your business where that letter's going!' shouted Heather. She pushed me out of the way and I hit my head on the wall. I felt a bump forming but didn't have time to register it when I saw a big, dark shadow jump onto Heather, just as it had done with Alfred Posh.
Zarya dug her teeth into Heather's throat. Heather cried out in agony.
'No, Zarya! No!' I shouted. I pushed Zarya off my sister. 'Please, she didn't mean it! Please!' Zarya started to back towards the wall. I looked down at my little sister. Blood was pouring out of her neck. 'You need to get help, Zarya. Tell Lucy- the blonde hair from yesterday to come to the Owlery.' Zarya did as I asked and she ran out of the room. I looked back down at Heather.