In keeping up with DADA assignment, Sarah had been strolling around a lot more often lately. By now she had visited most of the Hogwarts grounds. Except the Butterfly Garden. She had avoided it, as the sight of the garden with its absent butterflies were disheartening. She had heard what the others had said about there being no butterflies this year, and she was too scared to look. Yet as it was healthy to walk, and to satisfy ones morbid curiosity, Sarah walked in. Her face fell as she noticed that it was true. There were no butterflies around, just a few moths dotting the area.

Sarah was sure that there had to be a butterfly someone. Just one butterfly that had stayed at Hogwarts just because of its rich history, not the poor present. Sarah began to walk around, then noticing her slouch she straightened up her back. She had read an article once about one having to walk properly. So she made sure her foot hit the ground heel first as she made her way around. Her eyes darting, yearning for the splash of colour that a butterfly brings. She rounded a flutterby bush, yet there were no colourful butterflies there. Sarah was not one to give up, so she continued to stroll around the garden, looking for just one butterfly.