Just off one of the main corridors, Touma stood with one arm folded against his body and holding an envelope, one hand offering up an owl treat. Above him, an owl flew up and down the hallway near the high ceiling. Occasionally it turned into the main corridor to swoop down on some unsuspecting students, but it seemed to be making an effort to stay out of Touma's reach.

"Athena, really," he called up to the owl.