The Whomping Willow wasn't exactly on the top of Aiden's list of where he liked to wander around. Not that the boy had such a list. But sometimes his feet led him in random directions that didn't quite correspond with his brain. But, oh well. Here he was, so he might as well make himself comfortable. He took a seat on the grass, far enough away from the tree that no flying limbs would come thwacking his way. He got enough beatings from Hogwarts girls and he didn't need anymore. He plucked at a few of the blades of grass and tossed them aside.