 Feathery Thingywhatsit | BookSnake
18. Whomping Willow
The crystal ball was cool and inviting in her hands. Bella had slipped the orb into her pocket at the end of her last divination class, for practice. Intently and seriously, Bella trained her eyes on the mists inside.
Almost instantly, she saw an image: a flailing, flapping tree. Its wild branches seemed to be moved by a fierce wind, but there couldn’t have been one, because the three animals below it weren’t windblown. There appeared to be a rat, a large black dog, and a deer of some sort.
Before she could see anything else, the image disappeared suddenly. |