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Cordelia had been taking a relaxing walk through the forest. Well, not exactly relaxing, because she was in the Forbidden Forest, and if anyone at all found out….she was pretty much dead. But she couldn't help visit her favorite beasts. The Thestrals. Everyone who could see them found them creepy, or just bad luck, but not her.
And now, the earth was shaking. Cordelia grabbed a tree for support, not wanting to fall onto the muddy ground and ruin her clothes. "What in Salazar's name was that?" She asked herself, as she stood up straight, looking around for anything that caused that unexpected rumble. "Perhaps it's a troll…out in the woods….who can smell my blood…and…" She paused and shook her head. "I have to get out of here before the troll can have a chance to eat me."
She turned around and followed her footsteps on the ground. The forest grew brighter, and soon she found herself looking at a clearing. An almost empty clearing where Hogwarts was supposed to be. She didn't even see Hagrid's hut. And at the moment, Cordelia knew she was lost. And she had no idea where she was.
"Well, shit."