Gwen knew Graves feelings for her. She was fairly certain she knew what was going on with Harry. Now she had only to sort out her own feelings.
She resumed her post by the Forbidden Forest. There was something inside pulling her, calling to her again. Maybe it held some answers, maybe it only held another mystery. She wasn't sure, but it didn't seem to matter. She was going to wait until she could sneak in without being seen.
The shafts of sunlight peeking through the edge of the forest faded slowly and soon she was enveloped in inky black darkness. She stepped one foot after another into the woods. There was no path, only a feeling. The more intense the feeling the closer she was to her destination.
Soon she was so deep that the any sounds fell dull and dead, dampened by the thickness of the trees set so close together. The feeling in her belly was quickly becoming an ache. She took one more step and felt a slight rise in the ground. She stepped back, pulled out her wand and illuminated the tip so that she could see better.
She had found a mound of ground, a slight curve of earth, a tiny hill surrounded by a circle of birch trees.
Gwen had just stumbled on a Fairy Mound.