While Louise lived in Washington as a child, and should have been used to the cold, the cold in the pacific Northwest had nothing on Scotland temperatures. It had been years since she lived there anyway, but despite it, she had remembered to dress warmly as she headed for the second challenge. Nervous. Four more people would be eliminated this round and while she wasn't the lowest in points for the remaining contenders, there wasn't much a point difference where there was still the possibility for her screwing up. Or her contenders performing outstanding.

So her nerves combined with the cold was an interesting combination, to say the least. Because despite the cold, her hands felt clammy and warm with anxiety for what was to come. Her feet crunched in the snow beneath her feet and she reveled in the feeling. All of a sudden her path ended, as she was staring up at the infamous Whomping Willow, which she'd only read about. Except, it was not moving. Was there really a notch there, as she read about?

Squinting ahead at it, the eighteen year old took a tentative step closer, glancing around on the ground for a pebble to throw at it to get its attention. Best to risk something inanimate rather than her head, first. See exactly what damage this tree could do.