When the September wind blew the soot from the Hogwarts Express past the car window, Elaine Valeria was staring blankly at the pale golden mark on the inside of her wrist. It was like a curled lily of the valley petal, slightly hot under the skin - this was the third year since she traveled to this world, and it was also the countless time that this mark felt warm when she was close to a boy with black hair and green eyes.
Intention: One day, I will go to any tree I want to reach
