Ronnie walked down to the Whomping Willow, her sketchbook and a quill in hand, and her kitten Oliver trotting behind. Once she reached it, she made sure she was a good distance away from the Willow so that she and Oliver wouldn't get beat up by it again. That hadn't been much fun. She plopped down onto the grass and sighed, flipping open her sketchbook to an empty page and began to draw Oliver who was crouched down in the grass, watching curiously as a caterpillar inched slowly in front of his nose. Ronnie chuckled. Oliver was so cuuuteee.