Making her way into the greenhouse, Bethany was greeted with the familiar scent of different types of magical plants. "Good morning, professor." She greeted politely. Bethany had noticed Professor Bentley's interesting robes, she chose not to really comment though. She was still trying to recover from her annoyance at the turnstiles, and wasn't in the mood to give compliments at the moment.

She walked towards one of the empty seats near the back of the room and sat down. Picking up the small basket in front of her, she studied it cautiously. It reminded her of the many baskets at her grandfather's orchard.

Are we picking fruit or something..? She thought, and set the basket back down.

Oh well, guess she'd find out soon.