As she reached the halfway mark of her book, a pair of bare feet entered her peripheral vision. She looked up, only to be met with the silvery-blue-eyed gaze of one Luna Lovegood. Smiling softly, Luna invited the Potter Heiress to come and help her pick flowers for a little project of hers. The blonde asked so nicely. Who was Ashley to decline? Never mind that the forest was off limits more than that it had ever been. Ashley was no amateur in sneaking around. Besides, none of the professors really patrolled the area. Anyone could get in and out of the forest as they pleased. It was irresponsible on the staff’s part, though Ashley figured they’d depended on Dumbledore to have set up wards. Anyhow, this is how she found herself carrying a small basket, bending down every now and then to pluck flowers from the ground alongside her Ravenclaw friends.