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Laral silently came closer, her wand up and tight in her hand, Eirlmenn flying by her shoulder and head. She didn't want to compromise her cover just yet. She hoped Sirius would stay quiet. The Gryffindor could be plainly oblivious to the positive sides of silence.
A small figure wandered into the Forbidden Forest. He had not seen his friends today and had searched everywhere in the castle for them. Alas, they were nowhere to be found. Perhaps he had been wherever he was the past few days too long and his friends had all moved to another school. Anything was possible anyway. It wasn't his fault that he had been absent so long. So here Peter was. In the Forbidden Forest. Normally, he would never come in, but he wanted to see his friends. He hadn't thought of searching in the Hospital Wing because, why, his friends were the Marauders. They would never have to go to the Hospital Wing, he was sure. Hearing voices to his left, he creeped near to the group, peeking through the foliage. What he saw was a great shock to him. There was a rather ugly-looking git standing in the clearing surrounded by dangerous looking figures wearing masks and several girls from Hogwarts. Then he realized who the "ugly git" was. The Dark Lord! He let out some sort of a mixture between a squeak and a gasp, falling backwards onto the ground. And was that James standing beside Voldemort? What was he doing? Fear and anxiety gripped his heart as he scrambled backwards, still on the ground and hoping that nobody had heard his squeak-gasp.
Silently, Laral's unfocused gaze seems to intensify, and the air beneath her feet grows as she strengthens the spell. Finally, she stops, hovering in the trees and watching. She wasn't positive she should really even be helping them if her friends, or so called, were blind enough to go into the woods to disturb the Dark Wizard. What was wrong in their heads, she didn't know. Why had she bothered talking to them exactly? 'Note to self Laral, go with the individualist, and don't bother to be polite, or help someone when they get into trouble. Let them bail them selves out!' She looked down at the scene, shutting her eyes in frustration. She opened them as Eirlmenn Landed on her shoulder.