"Professor Bentley." Cutty, now thirteen years old, greeted his Herbology Professor as he entered the Greenhouse where the day's lesson was to take place. He had come to think he had an understanding of Professor Bentley--he didn't. Also, Herbology--he didn't. Although, certain aspects of it were gaining improvement in spite of, or actually DUE to these misconceptions of his.

He resumed a seat like normal, feeling at peace but not at all looking it. In fact, he looked almost stern. His leave me 'lone face.