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Having read the notice in the common room, Grayson mustered up as much energy as he could and made his way down towards the greenhouse. It was just the THOUGHT of heading back OUTSIDE that made him groan and want to head to bed instead. It was still freaking freezing and he'd RATHER be sitting somewhere that's warm than coming out HERE.
What made him come out here? He didn't know. Really. Maybe it was because he was oh-so-nice like that.
........................... LOL. What a funny thought. HA.
No, it probably had a LOT more to do with the fact that there were dangerous plants here. Flesh-eating ones, at that. And he didn't know about anyone else but the fourteen year old thought that those needed to be saved above anything else. Uh huh.
So he was here. Bundled up but here. And a lot more people were here too. His blue eyes, though, landed on the blackboard where a set of instructions were already written up. Heh. He'd decide on one later but fiiiiiiirst........ BENTLEY. Hello, sup. He waved over at her and said, "Sorry about the damage, Professor." And he was here to help, of course. Because there was a little sliver of him that was nice. Maybe.
Eh.
Now he needed to decide on an actual task, yeah? Did he want to go outside? Not really. Not even a bit. But he didn't really feel like re-potting plants. Especially since this greenhouse was full of namby pamby plants that he did not want to deal with, thank you. SO, until they reached the more dangerous plants, he was going to move things out instead. Brilliant plan? Of course it was. HE thought of it.
Once the gloves were taken out and strapped on, Grayson turned his attention back to the notes on the blackboard, especially the extra notes. There was a lot to take care of. WELL. The first thing he was going to take care of was how freaking cold he felt. Pulling out his wand, he cast the spell that he had learnt in THIS class on himself. "Ventus!" MAYBE that would help. Then he pointed his wand over at the nearest potted plant and cried, "Reducio!" Smaller. Better. "Mobiliarbus!"
Anddddddddd out of the greenhouse he went. Into the cold. WITH the plant too, that he had tucked away in his pocket. SIGH.
Don't miss him too much, mkay?
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