Headmistress Chang’s office is cluttered with bookshelves – wall to wall book shelves. Also, there are piles of books, both neat and cluttered – strewn about haphazardly, or – if there were any sort of filing system, only Headmistress Chang could understand it.
On each of the shelves, alongside, in front of, on top of, and sometimes in-between the books, are tiny little devices whirring and clicking and clap, clap, clapping away in a clockwork sort of sing-song that filled the room with the sound of a thousand tick-tocks.
Sitting on a silver perch on the corner of the Headmistress’s desk, Headmistress Chang’s miniature Saw-Whet Owl, Seedy manages to look cute and adorable and wise and commanding all at the same time. He is smaller than a bludger, and yet somehow commands the room from his tiny perch.