Words could not possibly describe the giggle Rhea gave when Roy gave permission to take the feather, it was full of an uncontrollable giddiness and joy. She leaned down slightly and picked it up, holding it up in the air for a moment in a gesture of triumph before putting it in her pocket. "Thanks," she said, grinning at Roy. When he asked what she planning to make with it, she paused thoughtfully.

"Hmmm, good question," Rhea mused. "What were raven's feathers used for again? A love potion.. or was it the antidote to a love potion? No, that doesn't seem right." She sighed to herself. "Raven feathers represent death and ill-omen, so maybe the feathers are an ingredient for poison? Or maybe they're a medicine ingredient?" After a moment, she shrugged and gave a large grin. "Well, it doesn't matter. Perhaps I could experiment a little."

At the word 'experiment', Ash the Owl, still cuddling up against Ava, heaved a heavy sigh. If an owl could have roll its eyes, he would have. Rhea's 'experiments' with potions never ended well. 

Rhea then looked at Roy again. "Huh? So all your brothers are in different houses? I thought siblings were always put in the same house," she said, a little surprised. "So, one of your brothers in Hufflepuff? Not in my year, probably." Without asking to, she sat herself down in the seat next to Ava and stared up at Roy with interest.