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Katrina woke to the day tired. A very grumpy house elf held a letter. He wacked her across the face and the Gryffindor bolted upright. Boomerang, her kitten, was sound asleep on her stomach, but startled-ly woke up from the harassment. He menacingly growled and stalked off the bed and down the hall. Katrina's eyes returned to the elf-like creature, but he was gone. A rolled up parchment sat on the side of her bed. The image of his face was ingrained in Katrina's head and she couldn't help but reach from her sketchbook. The 12-year-old flipped thorough her magnificent sketches until she found the one she was looking for. A sketch of a house elf she had briefly seen a few weeks back stared back from the notebook page. The lioness grabbed a pencil and added some details to its face. Turning the timid creature into the grumpy one that she had woken up to.
Later that day, Katrina returned to the Whomping Willow. The last S.W.A.G. Team game had resulted in a win for her team. It took her a while to cast a spell, but she had been able to greatly aid her team. A small part of her was terrified, but the other was excited. She really wanted to do better this time. She had secretly been reading more books and listening to tips from the older kids since the event. She wanted to be better prepared this time.
Katrina approached the Willow with confidence. She took a breath before nearing anyone and tucked her strand of teal-died hair behind her ear. She gripped her wand tightly in one hand and reached for her satchel, that wasn’t there. School robes clothed her body and a red and gold lion scarf adorned her neck. Her hair was pulled back in a simple braid besides two strands of hair on either side, one of which was teal.
The lioness found that no one had arrived yet. She stood a short distance from the leader—Aurelia?—and pulled out her sketchbook from a large pocket in her inner robes. She drew a pencil out from the page and began to draw. She added more details to the house elf and became intensely focused.
Every once and a while, she would look up, hoping to talk to someone before the game began. If she were not approached, she would continue to draw; if anyone talked to her, she would smile and introduce herself (unless they had already met).

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