A broad-chested brown Barn Owl landed on the windowsill of Number Four Privet Drive. It shook its still-damp feathers, careful not to get water droplets on the window. The large house needn’t be disturbed, it was very important, for sleeping in a small cupboard under the staircase, a small child was sleeping. Nearly as important was the owl’s package, being clutched tightly in the owl’s long talons.
A quill. A beautiful emerald green feather from one of those big show-offy birds whose melodramatic demeanor made anyone looking envious, filled with matching ever-lasting, emerald green ink. However, without its radiating beauty, there was something sinister about it. The owl could feel the quill’s unsettling magic coursing up the shaft and through its small body. He had seen, and delivered, many quills charmed with different hexes and spells, but never one that strong.
It was important to deliver the quill. However, despite the it being such a burden, it was hard for the owl to leave the quill, sitting on the windowsill like any old feather shed off any old bird.
The owl ruffled his feathers once more, delaying its inevitable departure, then tore its claws away from the treasure one by one. The windowsill was wide, the owl could sit there for maybe another hour or two, guard the quill, be shielded from the rain. It started settling down.
“SCRAM!” The owl lept off the windowsill and into the hard rain at the startling sound of the man’s deep screech. A large man with a luxuriant greying-brown mustache and bulging, startling blue eyes was leaning out of the now-open window, shaking his fist. “Get away from us, you little bugger!”
The owl did not hesitate to fly away quickly, beating its wings vigorously against the unruly storm.
The hollering man lost owl and slammed the window shut as if to prevent any demonic beings from entering the mundane life of the Dursley family. Too bad it was too late.
The quill was thrown inside the house by a forceful gust of wind, and it landed on the frilly peach-colored carpet. Nobody noticed the obnoxiously bright feather with its exotic plumage among the pastels, but it had been situated into the Dursley household all the same.