Expecting to be led further into the shopping district, she's surprised when Crookshanks heads for the forest. She follows dutifully, not minding the quiet walk between the trees.

At least until they reach the swamp. She's not quite dressed for it, although at least she's wearing sneakers instead of her typical ballet flats. The clammy, unsettled air gives her the shivers. "I hope you're not taking me to a basilisk," she whispers to the cat worriedly. "I'm not a witch, remember?"