Burled
Having small knots that produce a distorted grain in wood
It was her first night at Hogwarts. The welcoming feast was over and all her room mates were already sleeping. Only Minerva was still awake, lying in her bed, thinking. Finally being at Hogwarts was exciting but also quite scary. She didn't know any of the other students yet she was worried that she might fail her classes. With her hand Mionerva stroked the soft pinewood her bed was made from. There was a small burl, about the size of her thumb, that looked like an eye. Minerva sighed. She needen't be afraid, there was someone always watching over her.