Arianne picked up the moment someone stepped into her territory. Naturally, it wasn't exactly hers but this was her area of the forest with protective charms all around it so she could monitor those who walked in and out. She NEEDED to find the OOtP's headquarters - she just HAD to. The Dark Ones were becoming increasingly pissed off with her. They gave her protection when she left the strip club so her past would not be repeated, in return that she give them information. But she'd given them nothing useful, and it wouldn't be long before Dusk 'got rid of her' - the nice way to put it. She'd be found in a dump or a stream somewhere, her body cruelly ripped apart to the point they couldn't identify her. She shuddered at the thought of it.

Yeah, the Dark Ones were a lovely group to get involved with. But Arianne had a different plan in mind, and she'd shared it with them. Whilst monitoring who moved through the forest (they HAD been impressed that she'd found out the headquarters was somewhere in the Shadow forest), she would find someone involved with quidditch. They'd stared at her blankly, until she gave them her idea. This person, she would befriend them, be that person that they really cared about, be an amazing friend to them. And then, she could find out all the inner workings of quidditch and bring it down. They'd still stared at her like she was a retard, and then she'd told them the big plan. While there was madness and chaos at the Quidditch World Cup, the Dark Ones could attack the ministries while they sent out all their best to get them. The Dark Ones had recently acquired some new recruits who would help cause madness with Arianne working behind the scenes, and then Dusk and the higher rankers/older members could attack the ministries.

"Who's there?" She called out as she heard the crunching of leaves beneath feet. She jumped down from her branch, hand gripping her wand which was in her pocket. "Who is it?"

Logan was walking through the trees in the middle of a forest people seemed to call the Shadow Forest. He didn't get it. Why on earth would people call it that? There were shadows everywhere, but no more than normal places. He didn't like to call it shadow forest. It was too depressive. He thought of it more as a sanctuary.

On more than one occasion, he found himself flying through the forest on his forever faithful broom that he had left at home this time. And this time, he had come to a part of the forest he had never been in before. He smiled as he looked around, looking for animals or other signs of life. It was very beautiful there. He couldn't understand that he hadn't found it before. It was weird and it almost felt as though he shouldn't be walking there, that it was too holy, but his curiosity stopped him from turning around and walking away. Maybe it was simply a spell that had been cast to keep people away. Well, if that was the case, it meant that there was a sort of life here, and the sort that was magical and humane.

Logan looked around when he heard a crunch. It was a very soft crunch, almost undetectable, but then a voice asked who was there. A female voice. Logan stopped walking and looked to see if he could locate the woman. After all, it would be rather difficult for him to tell her anything, given the fact that he couldn't even speak. He stopped walking, though, and rose his arms, signaling that he wasn't a danger.