Thereos had entered his own meditative state in his spot on the ground. Content to continue his lesson when the breeze told him so and the rustling and bustling of all the students around the groove ceased. Though he soon found the environment perplexing, the whispers of the trees becoming hurried and angry while he felt no further breeze on his bare back (by human standards) and along his flank.

Curious, Thereos opened his eyes only for these warm brown pools to darken. Leaping up to his feet, powerful hooves pounding at the ground and even reeling back on his hind legs only while his front prayed in the air a moment. Bowtruckles were known to attack when their trees were threatened. Anyone with any sense knew this of the creatures. Someone among his flock of Hogwarts younglings must have approached their tree inappropriately. There was no other explanation to this.

However...this area of the forest was more centaur territory and while bowtruckles were known to visit, it had never been a place of residency. In fact, Thereos could recognize a few of the tiny creatures scampering about. Their roost had been much much deeper in the forest. Where the canopy of green let through no rays of the sun at all...

So why...were they here? The Milky Way was cracked and Pluto ascending.

"TO ME!" he bellowed trotting towards the center of the groove and planting his hooves firmly to the ground.