Gabe. Was. Present.

...and he was hardcore hoping they were moving past this mandrake business. The recent homework/project situation had left him a bit burnt out where these plants were concerned. It was like caring for an infant. He wasn't equipped for this type of stress.

Of course, upon entering Greenhouse Three, it was immediately apparent they were to be picking up where said homework left off.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh.

Easily finding his station, Gabe took a seat and began regrettably removing his notes. Hopefully, Carbunculus would be....better mannered today. Though, by the movement of his pot, the Ravenclaw felt that was just wishful thinking.