 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
She certainly did know what she needed to do. The fifth year Ravenclaw watched the professor and then saw that the tree that had been violent moments ago was becoming momentarily calm and nonthreatening. Her blue eyes remained on the willow, watching as it gradually froze in place.
Once it was moving no more, Nora gave a stiff nod toward Sabra. She felt her pocket to ensure that the handbag was indeed still there and then removed her wand, nonverbally lighting it. No further time was wasted as she moved forward toward the large gap in the roots.
A final glance was casted back at the woman, a small smile appearing on her face as a strand of blonde hair turned brunette. Then she was out of sight.
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