Hester had just popped into the owl emporium to buy some owl kibble for Aphrodites (she didn't want to get caught short again, not with a hungry eagle owl). She was finding it hard to find the right packet, though. There were so many different types, and she couldn't remember which one her fussy owl liked. If only Terry had been there; she knew which one it was, as she had leant her some that day in the owlery.
Hester shrugged and turned around, about to look somewhere else, but she bumped into someone who was stood right behind her.
"Woah," she said, surprised. And then: "Sorry..."
