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Originally Posted by
DJ ExpelliarMOOSE 
Deep Breath here Oakey. This was definetly the tree, He set his bag down a good distance away from the Willow and tossed his school robe over it. The robe would only get in the way if Oakey was going to have to dodge a bunch of time to avoid being smooshed by the violent tree before him. Keeping his wand ready as well Oakey began getting closer to the Whomping Willow.
Good news was his ears were better since Renesmee screeched in them. He could hear his heart skip a beat.
The tree didn't like the sudden disturbance of the air, nor the apparently defensive stance the disturb
er had assumed as he approached its territory. If it wasn't for the wand raised, ready to numb the tree to the core, it miiiiiiight allow him to play a little close…. before having fun
itself. The topmost branches rustled allowing it to warn the boy, 'I am awaaaake!' it said, some of its yellow leaves had fallen down and carried away by the gentle breeze
to scare the boy.
What did this boy want from this part of the grounds? It was for the Whomping Willow alone - itself and its generous man who never approached empty handed. It sent
figurative glares in the boy's direction.