The Whomping Willow.
Dylan had seen it from a distance a couple times while wandering the grounds, but had been too scared to get a closer look at it. Until today, of course. He finally got the courage to go and see it. Sure, he was a bit nervous but he was sure if he kept a little distance he'd be fine. And plus, he was a fast runner and if it ever swung it's branches at him, he would run away in time.
The first year walked along the grounds, his orange kitten Ginger bounding after him. It seemed like she had really wanted to tag along, which he didn't mind as long as she kept close to him. He wanted his baby to be saaaafe. The eleven year old took a seat on the grass, looking up at the big tree. It actually wasn't so scary up close as he had been imagining it to be.