[Forest] Fun At Last. [open]

[Stella Harper]

Stella sat in a dark clearing, her eyes cast up to the stars. It was amazing that she could see for miles and ages up in the air, but with a down cast eye she could barely see twenty feet in front of her. When you're sitting alone in the Forbidden Forest, unsure of what brought you hear in the first place, your mind begins to wander, as Stella has this night.

Her hair had become unnaturally long, well for Stella, as it brushed past her shoulders in a dark mass, her waves flowing with the slight breeze. She couldn't tell you want day it was, but she new it was sometime in October. The last time she had seen a face or a newspaper was just before she has come into the forest to stalk out Hogwarts, hopefully running into some fun, and she had read that it was the last day in September.

Stella smelled the air. It was so fresh, so clean. he hadn't even had a rustle of excited sense she had got here. However, the feeling of something important, something she would want to be involved in, was headed still in the air she breathed. However fresh and soft the air was, a foul sense of darkness prevailed in her nostrils.

Stella twirled her long hair as she layed in the clearing. She had gotten closer and closer to the castle everyday. Now, if she walked ten feet to her left, she could see the bright lights of the large castle rising to the sky. However, it was not time to act. Sooner or later, Stella was sure she was get the message to go into the school and do her work. She was hoping it was sooner, but she was not about to jump the gun.

The breeze swept through her hair yet again. However, Stella turned toward it. Scent on the breeze, and a rustle of new fallen leaves quickly got her to her feet, her wand ever present right b her hand. However, Stella wasn't about to lose her chance to play a little. Quickly, she turned into her animagus form. The scorpion stood it ground until it saw the on coming person. Stella flicked her stinger as she saw them, and then quickly ran under a log, waiting for the perfect time to begin her game.