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The Whomping Willow 
Oh oh! The lovely, sensitive, SMART you lady (age is relative when you're a very old tree, but the Willow looked pretty good for her age, yes?) approached.
The Willow liked her; they had always seemed to understand each other, even in Annie's youth.
Do you want to come closer Annie? YOU may. YOU are considerate and caring. And such a snappy dresser. You take care of yourself. I trust you to take care of me.
Crrrrrreeeeaaaaaaakk. The Willow tipped towards the Herbology Professor extending a branch as far as it would go and unfurling tendrils of leaves as if to beckon her closer.
Merlin, Merlin, Merlin Meee! That thing was creaking and beckoning and doing things no tree on this Earth should be capable of doing. Concerned for her well-being, LouAnn promptly scooted a little more to the left in an attempt to be further away from the tree. That was when she noticed that the branches of the tree seemed to be calling Professor Bunbury forward. LouAnn froze in place while she watched this interaction.
"Gooo, Professor B! Gift it with some mooncalf dung! Here...you can have mine!" she called out, holding her jar forward. "Share the wealth!"