Ginny had just finished writing the letter that was now folded in her hand. The owlery was a mess as usually and Ginny could barely stand the stink. Maybe it was making her head funny, because she started to second guess if she should send the letter or not. Looking around for an owl to use, she blacked out for a few seconds. 'Nevermind' she thought. She would have to send the letter some other time. The smell was exhausting. She stuffed the letter into her pocket and ran to the open door almost slipping as she went. She ran down the stairs with her head in the crook of her elbow when she bumped into someone. "Sorry" she said meekly and kept going. Little did she know that she had just passed Harry. The person to whom the letter, which was in her robes,was addressed to.