Elliott was wandering down the pathways that led to this way and that way. Actually, he really wasn't sure which one led where, though the fifth-year was in no rush, so he didn't mind much at all. The wind grazed his face as he followed along the trail he was presently walking on. Hmmm...... hopefully this one would not bring him to that gigantic Whomping Willow tree because he was in no mood to watch that thing swat away at everything that crossed its path.