The deeper Alistair ventured into the Forbidden Forest, the more dead silent it felt. All those lingering, hostile gazes had vanished, leaving only an occasional startled creature rustling swiftly through the bushes.
He kept a vigilant eye on his surroundings as he headed toward the patch of meadow where a Unicorn had once led him and Snape.
The blue ice-hyacinths were not blooming as brilliantly as they had in January. Perhaps the warming weather had affected their growing environment, significantly reducing the potency of their medicinal properties. Surely Snape wouldn't come out here to gather flowers at a time like this?
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