Dora had told her to meet at the Shrieking Shack, so here Sam was, lent against one of fence posts at the bottom of the hill. She pushed up the sleeve of Dora's black jacket, worn over a ripped pair of jeans and checked shirt, and checked her watch. Yup, perfectly on time.

Whilst she waited, she nibbled on some of the chocolate she'd picked up at Honeyduke's, and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. She'd braided a section across, and admittedly, wasn't too sure about it. Regardless, it was too late to do anything about it now. Dora would be honest about it when she arrived, right?

It had to be said, being ungrounded felt amazing.