As Maisy rounds the tree, she can see faint carvings in the bark. The markings are easily recognizable as the symbols belonging to each of Peckenpaugh's four Houses.

When she rejoins the group, the memory stutters to a start again.

Young Zelda Gunzenhauser squints up at the canopy, grip on her journal going slack. The memory continues to struggle, clipping and jumping as it forces itself forward. The book falls from Zelda's hands and she slowly rises to her feet. Someone gasps, there's a murmur.

"Look!" one of the students shouts.

The canopy is starting to yellow on one side. Leaves dry and curl, branches sag.

Everything freezes again.