Silvia stepped into the greenhouse by herself. It was dark, just like last time. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness and then carefully made her way to the back where the fire seeds were. She could only just barely read the names on the pots, and she hadn't learned a light spell yet. But she managed to find hers within a few minutes nonetheless.

The first year looked around the greenhouse. Small rays of light shone through a few breaks in the ivy, but none of them were close to her pot. But just to be sure, she shifted her pot slightly further into the corner. Silvia looked up and said, "Thanks, Ivy," and reached her hand out to touch it. The ivy gently wrapped around her hand for a moment, then let go. "I have to go to class now," she said, directing her attention back to her fire seed. "I'll come back soon." She turned to leave the greenhouse. "Bye fire seed, bye Ivy."