Dory liked this tree. From within its branches, an adventurous individual was offered their pick of fantastic views of the Hogwarts grounds. Dory’s favorite was, of course, the view of the lake. Resting against the trunk of the tree, she could see almost all the way across it and loved to see how the light of the setting sun played on the water.
Letting out a sigh, Dory thought about how soon the end of her time at Hogwarts would be coming. It wouldn’t be long now. Then she’d be headed back home. That wasn’t a sad thing, Dory loved home and she couldn’t wait to return. But she would miss this place. She would miss her friends here and this castle and everything that she had experienced here. It was fitting then, that this preemptive farewell was taking place in the very tree Dory had climbed her first day at Hogwarts.
The peace of the moment was broken as Dory heard a voice call out from down below. Normally, Dory would have been overjoyed to have some company, and she wasn’t exactly against the idea of having it now. The moment had just been bittersweet was all, and Dory wasn’t quite up to her usual cheery standard as she simply looked own toward where the voice had come from.