Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Ella walked down towards the Whomping Willow with her journal and quill. Strangely enough, she found it quite comforting sitting near the magical tree with its eerie branch arms. She never sat close enough for it to injure her, just close enough to feel a slight breeze when the willow shook its furious branches, spewing leaves all over the place. She settled down and began to write. After a while, she began to sing. She was being quite loud but it wasn't too crowded where she was sitting and she felt sure no one could hear her.