Minerva walked down to the Willow, she sat down and looked at the tree. She thought about all that had gone on since the last time she had sat in front of this tree. She braided her brown hair into pig tails as she thought about everything. Last time she was there she was so upset about her family, felt like her friends had forgotten about her, and could have cared less about classes. Now she had lost her boyfriend, felt like she was losing her newest best friend, and did actually care about classes.

She needed the pain to stop and an idea hit her. Last time she wanted the pain to stop she played a little game with her favorite tree. She stood up and smirked. Looking around she saw some students, but they would never notice her she wouldn't be that obvious. She made sure her bag was out of the way. She walked up to the tree, "You ready for another round Mr. Willow?" The tree swung and she moved laughing. It felt good to have the rush of fear back..