Even when they entered the castle to wait at the great hall for the first years, Ashley was stuck on the thought of the pentagram. She paid absolutely no mind to the sorting. She was glad that the tree was somewhere beside Hogwarts. That made the search a little easier for her and the rest of the Marauders. She thought that there were no trees in the Forbidden Forest that were like the ones she had dreamt about, they were pretty special, but she hadn’t explored much of the forest to be a hundred percent sure. She had to get her hands on a map of the forest; maybe she would find more clues then. Maybe there was a grove that was hidden deeper into the forest, undoubtedly guarded by something, knowing her inherited Potter luck.