This time Irene was grateful that she hadn't found herself at the edge of a very CREEPY forest. Instead she walked along a pathway that was covered with the freshest layer of snow. It was absolutely beautiful. She was used to having snow back home in Vermont but still there was something breathtaking about seeing a new place with a freshly dusting of snow on the ground. It was MAGICAL. Almost as magical as the night that she had spent dancing with Isaiah Collado on Merlin's Pride. It had been a perfect night. As she continued to walk ahead, she noticed a large stone ended the pathway and behind that was the notorious Whomping Willow.

Eyes scanned the willow with anticipation. It was covered with icicles and felt very winteresque but something made the young Pukwudgie feel incredibly uneasy. What was that sensation? It was like her stomach was doing non-stop somersaults while the little hairs on her arms were standing straight up on edge. Something didn't feel right and she didn't like it. Not AT ALL... Irene drew her wand, raising it towards the willow. Something was up and she needed to find out. Icicles we're still present on the tree which was something she hadn't expected. Irene had expected a tree with such an attitude would have shaken the icicles off of it but yet it hadn't....

How intriguing.

Hesitantly she took a couple of steps forward so that she could still be a safe distance away from the willow. Irene was no fool- she had heard the notorious tales of this tree hurting Hogwartian students. Stories travelled fast and she always paid attention to them regardless if they were based in fact or superstition.

Pointing her wand towards the tree, she cast, "Revelio!" and readied herself with a protective shield just in case something was going to hurl itself at her.