Samira had always been drawn to the Whomping Willow. It was magnificent, really. The way the branches moved ferociously and how it swayed with the wind just drew her in. Samira moved as close to the tree as she dared. She watched it swing back and forth. After a while, Samira, who was polyjuiced as Aiden, tucked her legs under her and sat down in front of the tree. Minutes went by as she just watched it, entranced.