Taylor packed her small owl down to the Great Hall and glanced about self-consciously. No one else ever brought their owl with them to eat, but then again, maybe no one else loved their owl like she did. So she pushed it to the back of her mind as she walked to her House's table. There were a few people already eating, so she slid in across from the first person who was alone and grabbed a plate. 

"Morning," she drawled as she piled some eggs on to her plate. Nightmares always gave her a big appetite, and around this time of year, she was full of bad dreams. But that was okay. She deserved sole bad dreams after what she let happen to Raven. She handed Silas a piece of bacon to distract herself. She needed to quit thinking about the girl if she was to make it through this week. Silas seemed to know where her thoughts were going, and he nipped at her fingers affectionately. 

"How are you, Bryony?"