She stepped out onto the early Sunday morning dew that was sparkling on the grass, which was growing greener each day. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and caught a hint of a flowery scent. The flowers were about to bloom and by the trunk of the Whomping Willow were its fallen golden leaves, blowing around in the gentle wind. As she made her way closer to the lake, she caught a familiar scent and smiled. Peppermint.

“Hush, now,” Skye said as the small bat began to flap its wings. “Come on, we’re going back before we get caught by Filch.” As Skye exited the room with Kipper hanging from her arm, she went to close the door but froze when she heard a loud “Meow!” and looked down to meet the eyes of Mrs. Norris. In a panic, Kipper released his grip from Skye’s arm and began to flutter again around the corridor. So much for good luck! Skye exclaimed to herself.