Roses. Literally roses, everywhere. Dalton had to admit, he much preferred the plants with magical properties to study, things that were actually interesting and actually did something. Flowers that were seemingly just for decoration seemed particularly pointless, and he hoped he was wrong and that this lesson was going to impress him. It might make up for the nearly unbearably sweet odour the sheer amount of flowers was giving off. Seeing that the Professor hadn't arrived yet, Dalton quickly took a seat in an empty-ish corner of the greenhouse, eyeing the tea cup on the desk slightly suspiciously, before pulling a bottle of water out of his bag, along with his textbook, notebook and pen.