On a cloudy January afternoon, about three weeks after
some events had taken place, a small and rather traumatized owl came flying with something for a certain Dean Winchester. It was a candy cane, unwrapped, with a small note attached to it. The note contained only seven words, written in a flowing, elegant style.
Saved one for you.
Happy New Year.
There was no name. The sender of this anonymous gift certainly hoped he knew who she was, and that he'd act on it. The door to the Huffllepuff common room had been intentionally left open.