Jaymie wandered down to the grounds that morning. Her stomach was tight, and butterflies were flying around inside her. She was so nervous for school to start, so she was craving some fresh air. Jaymie had her small, dark blue journal in her hand. She also had a quill. Jaymie found a rock near the Whomping Willow to sit on. She sat for a few minutes and just looked at the tree. It was so pretty...and destructive apparently. She had only heard Isobel tell her about it, she wasn't positive she believed it.