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Quinn walked up to to the Professor's office, Violet the dahlia in pot, pot in hand. It was the day after the feast, and even though circumstances had changed drastically, Quinn thought that he should probably still bring his dahlia to the Professor as instructed. Eden tagged along with him, like he said she could on the train. He wasn't too eager to run around the grounds on his own, anyway—the school had been taken over, and there were probably weird creatures in the forest that would snatch him up if he got too close. "I know you wanted to look around at the greenhouses, but we should probably drop off Violet first. And even then, I'm not sure if we'll be allowed to, given... the circumstances." Quinn looked away, the discomfort he felt at what was happening showing on his face.
Quinn knocked on the door. "Uh, hello? Professor Flamsteed? It's, uh, Quinn Kinglsey. I was supposed to see you about my flower..? Is... is that still, um, necessary, or..?"
Eden walked alongside Quinn in semi-comfortable silence. He'd taken the events of the opening feast worse than her, and she wasn't the consoling type. Feeling vulnerable made her squirm, and seeing vulnerability in others made her cringe. The last thing she wanted to do was bring up how they were feeling about what was going on. She already felt a tiny weight of dread settling on the inside of her ribs, and actually thinking about the future (or present, she realized) after the feast's events just made the weight heavier.
The eleven-year-old gave Violet another looksee as Quinn spoke.
"You're probably right," she agreed, but privately hoped they'd be able to get a closer look at the inside of the greenhouses. She stared at the closed door while her friend knocked.