Logan walked down to the Whomping Willow, his paint things in his bag. He stood in front of the Whomping Willow and began to paint it. Logan loved painting, he loved it A LOT. It was something he truly enjoyed doing on his freetime at his aunt's house where he normally didn't have much to do. He couldn't do much exploring since his aunt was so...strict. Mean. Whatever.

After Logan put on the finishing touches, he was done. He took a step back from the easel and looked at the painting. Wow, he had actually done a good job. It almost looked exactly like the Whomping Willow. He beamed at his work and sat down, pulled out his guitar which he had brought along too and began strumming it.