Sam stood in the back of the common room, like he did every year for the Prefects speech. He imagined that by now he had heard it enough times to be able to recite it himself. Not that he wanted to be a Prefect - that called for too much responsibility on top of Quidditch practice. When the speech was over, people began to disperse or start talking amongst himself. He noticed one girl - he didnt know her name - sitting lopsidedly in a chair talking to a...mechanical looking owl. What on earth was that?<br/><br/>Curiosity getting the better of himself,  he walks over to the bookshelf to get a closer look, a puzzled look on his face.