Risk the walkway.

Slowly, you edge your way onto the walkway, taking each step carefully. After a few steps, wandlight only shows a few metres around you.

"Hedwig?" you call again.

You hear a hoot from above you. Although you can't be certain it's Hedwig, you think it might be, and that hope pushes you along. The walkway spirals up into the darkness, and you stare at the ranks of owls watching you as you pass, hoping to see a familiar snowy owl, but you don't. Once, you slip on some ice, and teeter on the edge of the walkway until you pull yourself back.

You've nearly reached the too, when an owl swoops out of the darkness at you. Instinctively, you duck, and the owl misses you by a few centimetres. You straighten, only to move aside as a second owl swoops at you. This owl catches your cloak in its talons, and as it rises, you feel the cloak **** you. You fumble with the clasp, and finally undo it. The owl carries the cloak away. More and more owls swoop at you, and you are **** to duck, and cover your head with your hands in order to stave off the attacks. You feel beaks and talons pull at your hair and clothes, and you whimper as you hear the rending of cloth. Turning, your letter forgotten on the walkway, you dash down the walkway, caution forgotten.

When you skid to a halt at the bottom of the walkway, you gaze around. Hundreds of owls are swooping around the room. Through the maelstrom of owls, you can see the exit door. One final, **** dash gets you out of the Owlery. The owls are unwilling to enter the lit corridor, but you still see some swoop at you, in the doorway, before turning aside at the last minute.

You shiver in the corridor. An icy wind is blowing through the door to the Owlery, and, looking down, you realise that your clothes are in tatters. Your jumper and shirt are a jumble of large holes, and your jeans are only held up by your belt. You can even see your cock through our ripped boxers.