Your presence has not gone unnoticed.

The figure stopped in its tracks and turned to face you, its nose guiding it. The sense of happiness was getting stronger, which meant that there was more for it to consume. Maybe a soul could be taken today. It disbanded its previous victim and started gliding towards you, instead. It drew in a few more deep, rattling breaths, its skeletal arms outstretched. It was going to feast today...

But then, a blinding flash of white light burst forth and took the form of a peacock patronus. Wings outstretched, the patronus charged down the figure, looking elegant and slightly scary at the same time. You feel a rush of warmth rush over you from the energy of the patronus as familiar feelings of hope and happiness started to return. The figure, defeated, glided away into the darkness of the forest.

It was right then, just as victory seemed to be in your grasp, that you hear a small, terrified voice. "Wh-what did you do? What was that white thing? Why... why are you holding a st-stick?"