Avalon was in the middle of jotting down comprehensive notes about the bubak when she forgot what Headmaster Trent had just said about the creature. She paused, mid-parchment, trying to recall what he said about how the bubak lured its prey. She had definitely read about it, too, but now she couldn't remember. Oh well. She'd just have to read about it again tonight. The next part of the activity seemed strange, but at least there wouldn't be any real bubaks involved. And thanks to the absence of magic, she wouldn't have to attempt to produce a patronus charm. Avalon wouldn't even know where to begin if she had to do that.

Glancing, down at her flashlight, she saw the number 9. So she'd be a wanderer. Avalon held the flashlight in hand, flicking it off for now, as she made her way into the fake corn.