Madge, after the disappointment with the Divination "class", if you could call it that, decided maybe if divination didn't work out this year, maybe Herbology would. She liked plants, she hadn't had much practice growing them herself, but she admired her grandmothers garden. She thought perhaps a visit to the Herbology professor might cheer her up. He seemed nice enough in class anyway.

She gave the door a tentative knock as she rocked back and forth in her shiny black buckle shoes.

As she waited she glanced around at the hall outside the professor's door and was a bit taken back by the curious chairs... trumpet flowers? Quite possibly? There was also a pile of curious magazines, some she recognized as muggle magazines her mother sometimes bought, but most were... definitely magical in origin.