Logan walked down to the Whomping Willow, his sketchpad in his hand. He sat down a little distance away from the Willow, and sighed. He was so depressed lately. But didn't know why. Maybe it was girls? But everything was fixed, why'd he be sad? Ugh. Girls were so...confusing...

Logan shrugged it off, deciding to deal with it later maybe. He began sketching the Whomping Willow. It looked amazing today, especially with the beautiful sky as the backround.

After a while, Logan finished and looked at his drawing and frowned. Merlin's Beard, when did that happen? He was never really that bad at drawing. It looked terrible; nothing like the Whomping Willow! Was all this depression really getting to him?! He angrily tore the paper out of the sketchpad and threw it as far as he could. Why was he so mad?! What was his problem? He sighed in frustration and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on top of them.