Keeley skipped down the path to the front gates. After all, skipping is the absolute best way to travel, no? Anywho, she was off to the rather large rock that was nestled into the side of the gate, one of her favorite places to doodle, think, and generally avoid O.W.L. work. Yep, working's for losers.

Plopping down on the rock, Keeley's brushed back her untidy red bangs and pulled out her old sketchbook. Gosh, this ol' thing had been through years of wear and tear. The leather cover was ripped, torn, and even burned in one spot. Ah, the time when William had attempted to charm her name on it. Good times. Lord, she missed that boy.. wherever he was.

Hm. Whatever, now was the time for doodling the little bird which had just landed in a nearby tree.