Nell was glad that there had not been a repeat of February's freak snowstorm—indeed, the forest floor was altogether devoid of snow, but the trees had not quite begun to bud. It was an ideal time of year for this particular lesson, for the small guardians of the trees in this particular copse would be awake, but unable to hide within the foliage.

"Trees are home to all sorts of creatures, great and small," the professor began. Each of the students had been provided with a lap easel, but it had been on them to dress for the weather. "Many of these creatures can also be found elsewhere, but not the one which we will be studying today. Who can tell me about the bowtruckle?" the professor asked, before gesturing to the first raised hand she saw.