She sat under a tree by the lake. The rich brown bark was gnarled, the roots so thick and ancient that they curved up until they dipped deep into the earth. It was a perfect secluded spot to sit and read as time passed and the sky darkened.

It was her favorite thinking spot and some nights Aslan Evans stayed here until morning.

Hair tied back in a loose, low ponytail, Aslan's mind was off somewhere else as she surveyed the calm lake surface. There was no life on the lake today. No squid lazily stretching it's tendrils, no grindylows sneaking up to ensnare students. Even Myrtle was no where to be seen.

The effect was pure silence that along with the warmth of the September day, was almost lulling Aslan to sleep where she sat.

It was a shame. She'd been hoping for proper stimuli. Some sort of distraction to keep her loud and active mind busy in other ways. A sigh slipped from her lips, whether of exasperation or boredom it was hard to say, for even she wasn't sure which feeling was of a stronger pull.

She shrugged out of her robes, folding it up and laying it out on the flattened edge of the root before laying her head against it. Quietly, she began to hum.