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Ivy Nienna 
Having developed a slight headache from reading inside by candlelight, Ivory had decided the best and only cure was to venture outside and read under the open sun, breathing in the brilliant fresh air. The crunch of early fall leaves beneath her feet was pleasant to her ears and as she walked slowly through the natural avenue made by the trees, she couldn't help but feel content.
Maybe she wouldn't read. Maybe she'd just walk around. A few rays of sunlight trickled through the leaves giving an environment that was secluded and cool, with various shadows. Perfect strolling weather.
Tucking her book under her arm, she tilted her face up. Eyes closed, lashes casting long shadows across her cheekbones, there was a soft smile on her lips as she walked through the pathway.Not stressing about new responsibilities or ridiculous drama, just enjoying the day.
Blissful in her ignorance of anything going on around her, she had no way of knowing that she was close to quite literally coming face to face with nature. That of course being a euphemism for a tree. A few hard solid tree.
After walking aimlessly down the pathways for a good few minutes, Braeden was finally beginning to feel a little more comfortable in the heavy silence and dim daylight. Alright, this wasn't so bad... What could happen to him on school grounds, anyway? It's not like the trees would jump out of their place just to attack him; he trusted there were no relatives of the Whomping Willow here.
Braeden's comfort quickly shattered, though, as he heard a sound behind him; something dull followed by the crunching of the dead leaves on the ground. Completely startled, the cowardly Braeden jumped nearly a foot into the air and froze for a moment in which he debated - should he run for his life or check to see what had happened?
Oh c'mon, Brae, you're a Gryffindor. You're brave! he thought with a bit of a grimace. If there was a death eater somewhere back there he would scream. And maybe even cry.
Slowly, he turned around.
GAH! He knew it! The trees were alive attacking people! Of course, Brae hadn't seen that the girl had walked straight into a tree, rather than the tree growing feet and knocking her over on purpose.
"Are you alright?!" he asked, quickly making his way over to the girl in a brief, short run. She looked like the hit hadn't been very gentle; the sound of it hadn't been very gentle either, Braeden remembered. "Who was it?! I'll get 'im, he couldn't have gone far! Was it this tree?!" he asked, pointing at the nearest tree. The sad thing was Braeden was serious in accusing a tree of a crime.
Ever so brilliant, our cowardly lion.