The lioness skipped into the Greenhouses, being sure to avoid the plants at all costs. They were.. Professor Bentley's specialty. Not Alice's. For a reason. Eyeing the plants warily, she glanced somewhat nervously away from them and toward her head of House. "Good day, Professor Bentley. I hope your summer was.. er.." The third year didn't finish her sentence. She suspected that the plant she was staring at had teeth.

She was one hundred percent sure of it.



She kept her eyes on the creepy plant as she continued to speak. "I trust your summer went we—" Did she just catch a glimpse of shiny white teeth or was it just her imagination?! Creepy plant. What if it tried to bite her? Professor Bentley did have these things under control.. right? .. Alice did not want to die at the teeth hands of a creepy plant.