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an excerpt

She found Muggles standing at attention in the middle of a small clearing. Suddenly, everything was quiet and still. She called to Muggles but he ignored her and just continued to stand quietly at attention. What is he looking at? I don’t see anything!
She continued to walk up to him. Muggles continued to stand attentively until CaryAnne touched him. He excitedly turned to her and then looked back in the direction he had been looking. CaryAnne could only see trees all around. She was confused by Muggles’ behavior. Then she heard a soft but raspy voice speak slowly.
“Welcome youngling.” Startled, CaryAnne looked around. Muggles sat down panting happily and still looking in the same direction. CaryAnne stared, amazed as she suddenly saw what Muggles had been looking at. Muggles had been staring at a tree, at least it looked like a tree, which had bumps all over it. At first CaryAnne thought the bumps were just gnarls, but when she really looked at them, she noticed that they formed what almost looked like a face.