 be curious, not judgmental
THEY WERE GOING IN.
Sophie was beyond excited to see what was inside this particular greenhouse now that the door was open and they were shuffling inside. The third year instinctively stuck close to Benjy's side - hey, the big guy could probably punch out a plant to make it let go if it lunged at her - and kept an eye on all the different hungry-looking plants they passed. Some of them were vaguely familiar from textbooks or her mother's work, others were bizarre and like nothing she'd ever seen before. Very strange.
Huh. The two bushes before them looked vaguely familiar. One more than the other, and Sophie squinted at the both of them. No name was immediately coming to mind, but as the others spoke up and rattled off answers, one title came to mind. But... she figured it was a long shot. She might've been mixing it up with something else or not even remembering it correctly.
But it was probably worth a shot to guess, right? Wouldn't hurt. Bentley was nice enough to not make her look like an idiot if she was wrong. She raised a hand, "Any chance one of them's, um, the..." She tried to rack her brain for the right pronunciation, "...guelder rose? Kinda looks like it, at least. I think those are about the same in size, and I think that's the one that has the white flowers that turn into berries that are at least similar in color this time of year, and... the leaves are kind of the same?" From what she could remember. "But maybe not." Because why would they be in this greenhouse? She wanted to be right, but she probably wasn't, and she gave Bentley a sheepish grin. Nevermind. Pretend she hadn't said anything.
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