Ariadne was keeping her distance from the Whomping Willow. She knew she was far enough not to get whomped by it, but close enough to solve her curiosity. Her mother had never allowed her to come near it when they'd been at the castle years ago. Ariadne had had questions, but her mother hadn't seemed interested in answering them. Pretty much, a visit to the Whomping Willow had been out of the question.

The tiny first year found a nice patch of grass with a rock-like bench on it and sat down. It was actually pretty nice out here on the grounds, but the loneliness made her miss her mom and dad. She should really start coming out here with friends and not all by herself.