Okay, the plants class. Gwen was a little less excited for this class than she had been for the others. She had grown up in the steel jungle of NYC and moved from there to London. Nothing about that screamed "nature, come and greet me." Apparently it was a required class. She stepped into the garden, careful not to let any of the greenery touch her. Wait, was the professor sitting on an ELEPHANT? Granted it was made out of plants, but it seemed to be moving like an elephant would. Gwen took a deep breath. These people all knew magic. She was going to be okay, right? An important question popped into her mind. Did wizards ever die from anything other than natural causes? Could they be killed by say, a stampeding elephant? That was something she would have to find out right away.