Theme # 18: Whomping Willow


Blaise Zabini kicked a pebble lying on the ground. It flew through the air, landing by the Whomping Willow, which struck out a mighty branch and attacked nothing in particular, and everything in general.

“No need to take your anger out on nature, Zabini.”

He turned round, at the voice. “Nobody asked you to poke your large nose into my business, Weasley.”

Ginny did not look offended by the comment, at all. “Don’t worry. I expect you to be immature,” she said cheerfully, strolling off, hands tucked into the pockets of her ripped jeans.

Blaise kicked at another pebble.