Hang on...what?

Benjy stared. And STARED. And then checked his watch.

He had CLASS, and there were turnstiles blocking his way. Since when did they have to pay for lessons? The library was bad enough, but at least he had his own most for most things. But the GREENHOUSES, for LESSONS?

Sigh.

With a grumble, Benjamin rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a handful of sickles (amongst other things). He slotted them into the turnstile, and pushed his way through. Somehow, he figured doing Herbology for his OWLs was going to prove costly...