The Edge of the Woods: Listening to Trees
Barclay was standing still, listening to the wind rustle the leaves. Hydras were never particularly good at these things. Hydra was a house consisting of loners and independent souls, the kind that generally scoffed at communal happenings. They were fierce individuals: that was their strength. When it came to silly things like this, it was also their loss.
Still, Barclay had his pride and if Hydra would lose this again this year, it wouldn't be his fault. Because there were always teachers hiding eggs in the forest, in the nooks and crannies of the trees. And the trees, well, the trees were always whispering their secrets to him...
A thick branch helped him get a leg up, and Barclay was now high enough to reach into an old squirrel hole, where he found... Yes. Barclay grinned. An egg: yellow with purple spots. He gathered it in his bag, and jumped to the small distance to the ground. There, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and started Listening again.