Was it just her? Or was it a little chilly outside this morning? Seren stood outside the entrance to Greenhouse Eight waiting patiently for the students to assemble. Pulling down on the sleeve of her black work robes, Seren fixed it closer to her skin and held it in the already gloved palm of her hands. Her gaze fell to a patch of grass only feet away where its frost had not yet been disturbed by footprints. At least it would be nicer inside. Much, much nicer.

Lesson Progression:

Gloves on! Leave foodstuff outside! Hint hint hint
What be these bushes?
Weigela and ... ???
Brainstorm Care Requirements!
Feeding TIME!
Last feeding! Dung! Water! Immobilisation!
Flesh-Eating Fir!
Stupefy the Snargaluff on your way out!