Bliss was ultra curious about today's lesson. It was outside and outside was nice. It also had Professor Botros and that was nice too. And it also had the Whomping Willow and that too was nice. All around niceness would surely be ahead of her, right? At least, that's what the Sixth Year thought.

With a spring in her step, she made down to the Whomping Willow.

Waiting by the Willow - which appeared to be in a box - were only a small handful of students and Professor Botros. She waved a greeting at her fellow pupils before turning to the Professor. "Good morning," she said enthusiastically and waited for some sort of sign or explanation as to what they were doing.