Gwen was the first one there. That never happened. She so easily lost track of time that to be early was an accomplishment. The signs had led her to a garden where little potatoes were running through the tall grasses. "Hello Professor Thompson," Gwen greeted him.

She wanted to ask what they were doing today, and what the little creatures were. Surely they weren't just animated potatoes. This was care of magical creatures, not care of charmed vegetables. But she figured that she would wait a few minutes for the rest of the class to arrive, and all would be explained then.