The spell had worked! It had worked. Yipee! Victory was hers!!!

"Yes!" she grinned. Oh yeah! She could have used her ukulele right now to come up with a celebratory song for such an occasion but she didn't have it with her. And perhaps now wasn't the time to celebrate in front of the tree that had tried to maim her. Speaking of the Whomping Willow, it probably wasn't going to stay still forever. So the Pukwudgie bolted (almost Mission Impossible style) towards the roots of the tree which was where she had seen the small hole. She'd have to slide in there- there was no way she could just crawl in. Huh... a potion that made her smaller probably would have come in handy... Though shrinking her to that size would have made it easier for the tree to squash her like a big.

Shiver. A squashed Irene Avery was not a happy one.

She stared at the rabbit hole. Some reason she was getting a Lewis Carrol Alice in Wonderland vibe from it but she was surely just imagining it. Irene had always had a vivid imagination. As a child, she had spent hours imagining she was the comic relief sidekick who would get into trouble but would somehow manage to talk her way out of any bad luck. Irene needed to keep moving at this moment. Staring at the passage wasn't going to make her get inside of it. Plus the Whomping Willow was probably ready to strike her down.

Crouching down, she lowered herself closer to the ground and still kept her gaze on the hole. Well it certainly looked dark in there.

Brace yourself.

And with that last thought, she slid into the dark.