Name: Acacia Hartley<br/>Position: Student<br/>Location: Lycanthropy Class, Mua Kupita's House<br/>Tagged: Mua Kupita, Kutseena, Inali, Albus, Professor McGonagall<br/><hr/><br/>Acacia nodded slightly in response to Albus. Now it donned on her, he looked a bit like his father. She had read some of the newspaper clippings she had found about The Boy Who Lived. They had been fascinating to read. She wasn't much into the hero worship like most kids who picked a hero they looked up to, but she could understand the appeal. A boy who triumphed over great odds with help from friends and family. Before she could reply, she found herself being pulled along by Kutseena along a path heading deeper into the woods. Her eyes marking notable landmarks, as well as scents she filed away to use later to help guide her back to Mua's home or back to the university grounds.<br/><br/>Staring at the tree, Acacia stared in awe at the house built within the winding branches of the large tree. Her old tree house from when she was a child seemed to pale in comparison. Hearing a slight rumble, her eyes tore away from the house in the tree to watch a door open. Stepping through the open doorway, Acacia's hazel eyes scanned the interior, taking not of the furs thrown over the furniture. The room gave off a pleasant, warm, safe feeling for Acacia unlike what she felt when in the dorms of the university.<br/><br/>Glancing at Kutseena and Inali, she was a bit surprised to find out it was their birthday. Standing over by a recliner, she leaned against it with her elbow propped on the top. Curiously, she watched as another bag was emptied and weapons spilled out. Arching an eyebrow curiously, she waited her turn. Walking over, Acacia ran her fingers along the curve of one of the bows. Picking it up, she placed one end on the ground bending it towards her slightly so the bowstring was easier to slide into place. Once it was properly strung, she held up the longbow, testing the string. It had been a while since she last handled a bow, but like the Muggle expression, it was just like riding a bike, you never forget. Selecting a quiver of arrows, she slung the strap diagonally across her body. Moving over to Mua, standing beside him, "So, hunting partners," she spoke glancing slightly at Mua while she slipped the archery glove over her right hand.