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ps. Please post :(

Sorry guys... it isn't as much homework as I'm not sure what to write now. The mystery must be solved, but I'm not sure on how to do it. Just... keep it topped, please, and when an idea strikes, I'll write about it.

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Somebody swirled her cereal around idley. Today was the day of her detention, and she wasn't looking forward to it. Especially because it was not her fault.

In a way, she wanted Shifting Sands and Volcano Flame to reappear. She may not be able to jinx them, but she should be able to punch them. And that was what she was going to do: hit them both right in the face. How dare they attack that girl (who, Somebody found out, was called Hermione)! And get her in trouble!

Meanwhile, Somebody had suspicions that she was not the only one having these problems. There was a rumor going around that St.Owl was getting hate mail, Danie Transfigured a mouse into a purple unicorn, Mandrakes were released in Greenhouse One, a few students were attacked by pies in History of Magic, and no one was really sure how St.Owl got those gigantic wings.

Maybe she wasn't the only one.

Somebody's watch beeped, and she got up. Herbology was next, and she would make it a point to be at a tray with St.Owl today. They needed to deduce, induce, and discuss.

"Four to a tray!" Professor Douh chirped. "We're potting Figs NewKirks today!"

Somebody rolled her eyes. What a stupid name.

St.Owl already had two other people with her, both Ravenclaw girls. They seemed close. Somebody hoped this was true. If they weren't, and Somebody started talking about Shifting, Volcano, and St.Owl's hate mail, things might get a little strange.

She sidled over to the girls' tray.

When the girls noticed who was with them, they made to move away, but Somebody grabbed St.Owl's wing.

"Hey! That hurts!" St.Owl protested, spinning around.

"People avoiding me hurts," Somebody replied, which wasn't true at all. She liked being alone, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "I'm here to talk about your mail."
"It's all rubbish," St.Owl said, a little too quickly.

"It isn't and I know it. So don't try to lie. I encountered something strange as well. It is my theory that all the rumors are true, and they are all linked."

St.Owl frowned and replied, "My parents and brother are acting weird, but nothing like that had happened."

"Something happened to me. Two people I used to, um, think about showed up. They attacked Hermione during Potions, made the whole Potions room catch fire, and tricked me into hexing another kid. You probably don't believe me, but it's true, just like those gigantic showy wings of yours are true. Now I have a theory and you need to test it. Next time your owl comes back, follow it. I don't care what is going on that day, follow it. You're getting hate mail from your relatives, but I don't think it is your relatives. Tell me what happens. Then we need to talk to either Rainbow, Danie, Brookiera, or all three. Do you understand?"
St.Owl gave a stiff nod.

"Good."

Somebody walked away to gather some dragon dung.

Awesome story, idea, etc. Execution? Nice enough, but I and a whole lot of other people got our names mantioned and NOTHING ELSE ... just saying. I suppose it doesn't matter, I don't even read up on this as much as everyone else probably does. 

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The next day, Devil Owl came back.

There was a small scroll attatched to his leg. 

Before he could leave, St.Owl distracted him with bacon. No Devil Owl can resist bacon, and it fell down his throat as St.Owl read.

There was nothing much. Just this:

How dare you! We have been in regular corrispondence saying nothing of the sort and you accuse us with unjust means! And saying such insulting things about us no less! I won't take it! Find a friend to live with, because you are no longer allowed in this house!

St.Owl read it over once more. All she'd put in her last letter was asking the impersonator to stop. What was her mother- because she was almost positive this really was her mother this time- doing?
She hastily scribbled a reply- I have no idea what you're talking about, it was you writing insulting things about me- and tied it to Devil Owl's leg, who took off with a screech.

"All right, hold tight," said a fourth year. His/Her ((I'm sorry, I'm not certain, I'm going to call you a her, correct me if I'm wrong) name was Air, and she was smart even by Ravenclaw standards. She rapped St.Owl sharply on the head with her wand, and she felt like egg yolk was dripping over her body. A Dissolusiment Charm- the perfect disguise.

"Now, I don't know how long it will last," Air said, "Because I'm pretty new at that, so... stay hidden anyway, OK?"

"Okay," St.Owl whispered. At that moment, Dev finished his bacon and rose into the air.

St.Owl got up.

"Good luck," whispered Dragonrider and Indigo. St.Owl nodded, even though they couldn't see her, and walked up to the astronomy tower. 

Where she launched herself off.

"Devil Owl, there is a presence behind us."

The barn owl turned his head to see a bat flying next to him. "WHO CARES?! SHE MIGHT GOT WINGS, BUT SHE AIN'T GOT INVISIBLE!"

"She doesn't have invisibility," the bat corrected grimly. "Anyway, there are charms, you know. The stars are rippling."

"RIPPLING, SHMIPPLING! GET YOUR EYES CHECKED!"

"Dev, we don't have time for this. Which way is headquarters?"

"LEFT!"

"...You mean west?"

"LEFT!" St.Owl's pet insisted.

"Devil Owl, if all we're doing is flying left, we will end up going in circles!"

"GOOD! SHIFTING IS A SPOILSPORT!"
"I'm not saying I miss the absence of coconut cream pies, but you need to write out St.Owl's letter!"

"WILL HER PARENTS EVER GET ONE?"

"No," said the bat. St.Owl stifled a gasp. "They can't learn too much. But I'm going to start writing now. She's getting owls from her friends' parents now."
"OOOOOOHHHHHH! DO I GET TO BE A GREAT HORNED OWL?! HUH?! I LOVE BEING A RABID GREAT HORNED OWL!"

"Not rabid. But, sure you can be a great horned owl!"

"A SNOWY?!"

"Sure."

The owl did a few loop-de-loops. "OUT OF BARN OWL, WHOO, WHOO! OUT O-OF BARN OWL, OUT O-OF BARN OWL, BUT YOU HAVE TO STAY A FRUIT BAT, WHOO-WHOO!"
"I can be a vampire bat if you prefer," the bat snarled.

Devil Owl paled.

"Now, I think I see headquarters. Dive-"

St.Owl flattened her wings and did a nose-dive after the talking animals, spreading her wings at the next second and landling softly. The bat and owl began to morph until two humans stood in their place.

"Brace yourself," the one that had been a bat said.

St.Owl stepped out next to them. Her lungs almost popped from not being able to make a sound.

Some sort of creature consuming donuts! A creature on fire, next to one with a cape and mask! Two strutting around in detective uniforms, one tipping her hat at every person she past, saying, "I'm Flame. Volcano flame." A person that was completely white- not in a racist way, but just the color, she was white- lounging on a chair! And then, at the far corner, there was a girl with curly hair and a yellow dress, saying, "Is there more toil?" in a small voice.

Devil Owl and Feather, however, held no fear. The bat walked right up to the shy girl, and Dev called out to Volcano Flame. St.Owl, feeling a little afraid, edged over towards Bat-Girl, who seemed most sane.

"You're going to have to go in tomorrow," she was saying.

"I don't want to," whispered the girl. "I'm not like them. I am not insane!"

"Don't... um, actually, let them hear you say that, but, Wildflower, just do your thing. Become a harpy and recite Ariel's lines!"
"You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,

That hath to instrument this lower world