The pathways. Ophelia had missed these most of all during the summer. The one place at Hogwarts where it was almost like home, with trees everywhere and space to walk and explore! The little blonde was getting excited just thinking about it.

Her feet touched the pathways for the third time and the small girl immediately lit up. What? The grounds of Hogwarts were always one of her favorite parts. So much space to walk around and hang out. There was even a lake with a giant squid! You didn't see that everyday! Even though, she did see pathways and woods every single day of her life, it was different from the squid. She felt connected to her home here. Less homesick.

Secretly, in her first year, the then eleven year old kind of wanted to go home. Yeah, it was exciting and amazing and fun, but there was also the face flushing terror of going to school alone. And there was the idea of being in the same place her elder sisters and brothers dominated in, while she herself pretty much just stayed and the same level. It was all completely new and kind of scary, to be honest. But the path kind of made it better.

The path, and a friend she met. Couldn't forget about that loser. Or not loser. He was honestly one of the coolest guys she met, she just couldn't help but call him a loser jokingly. It was in Ophelia's blood to make fun of the ones she was closest to.

Taking in a deep breath of the Hogwarts air, the third year started down the path, looking around for anything cool. Okay, there were a lot of cool things, it was the grounds of Hogwarts. But the short girl was looking for anything in particular that stood out. Interesting people to sketch, interesting trees to draw.

Deciding upon something to draw FINALLY when she was further down the path, Ophelia placed herself on the roots of a tree trunk, resting her sketchbook in her lap and her quill in her left hand.

And scribble away she did, going as fast and as far as her mind and quill would take her. The grey eyed girl was trying to draw something for Austin again, as he said at the Feast that he enjoyed her happy drawings along with her scary ones. And even though Ophelia liked scary, happy was good too. Happy put a smile on both of their faces and happy meant that everyone felt good inside.

Looking up at the trees for inspiration, the teen decided to make the tree branches interconnect, almost like a natural archway. The clean branches roped around each other gently, the thick leaves everywhere. And the rest was going to be a surprise. If she could keep her stupid mouth shut before showing it to him.

Finding a place where she could stop, Ophelia closed her book, got up, and stretched before cleaning up all of her stuff and continuing on her way. This was why she loved the pathway. Inspiration.