She reached out just in time to grab the portkey and felt a sudden sickening feeling as she spun though the air. The feeling was similar to her first ride on the tilt-a-whirl at the carnival. Not entirely pleasant, but not horrible. After landing with a thud, but thankfully on her feet, she leaned against the nearest tree until the world stopped spinning before her eyes. She grabbed a small peppermint out of her pocket, to help with the nausea, and popped it in her mouth.

The trees all around her were beautiful. She could smell the pine and cedar, along with several other woodsy smells. She looked up and all around, wondering what would make a good wand wood. "I think you would need a tree that's not too hard or too soft. It would need to be able to be shaped without breaking." She gently rubbed her hand up and down the bark of the tree she was leaning on. The rough layer outside hiding the smooth life inside. It was the trees protection and clothing of sorts.