Grounds: The Pathways

[Wilber Winterbottom]

A set of paths, some stone, most dirt, link the wooden bridge to almost every other area of the Hogwarts grounds. You will more than likely use these pathways at some point to reach your grounds-based classes, to visit other outdoor locations, or simply to take a walk and clear your head. This is a quiet area of the grounds with the soft sound of leaves rustling in the wind or lightly crunching below your feet. Doesn't the air just seem fresher around here somehow?

Walk with a friend, sit and relax on one of the many benches placed in intervals along the numerous pathway routes, climb a nearby tree, take a moment to appreciate the great outdoors in this breathtaking part of the country. Just be careful not to trip on loose stones or roots as you go. The groundskeeper does what he can to keep the pathways maintained, but he can only do so much.

[The Narrator]

The pathways were looking a little drab. The once rich brown dirt paths have turned a gloomy gray. The vibrant green grass surrounding the paths is now a dull charcoal. Even the towering trees have turned monochrome, their leaves muted to gray.

Not even the tiniest root or loose stone has been spared. Everything has turned gray, as far as the eye can see throughout the grounds.

[Nordic Witch]

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The pathways were looking a little drab. The once rich brown dirt paths have turned a gloomy gray. The vibrant green grass surrounding the paths is now a dull charcoal. Even the towering trees have turned monochrome, their leaves muted to gray.

Not even the tiniest root or loose stone has been spared. Everything has turned gray, as far as the eye can see throughout the grounds.

Rose ran blindly out on the grounds after seeing herself in the mirror just a few minutes ago in the lions den, and getting a huge shock. She looked all GRAY, and not in a good way. Everything from her hair to her skin to her clothes had taken on the tone of old grandma monochrome gray, and she was just 14 years old. Rose felt her tears start to stream down her face in distress as she slided into the pathways.

Stopping to sit down on the dirt path, and weep she noted that everything around her from the tress to the grass looked as dismal as she herself felt. "What is happening to me?" She called out, looking pleadingly up at the sky for answers. "Someone please help me?" Rose begged out to whomever was out there.