By now Violet was used to having classes all over the school grounds, unnecessary as she often thought it was, so she had heeded the advice to 'dress warmly' and worn the heavy Norwegian sweater Miss Howard had given her for a belated birthday present, as well as a hat, scarf, and gloves. But she was astounded to find that the outside had been brought inside in this case, which seemed overkill to her. "Good afternoon, Professor Carton," she murmured a trifle grumpily as she took her place in the semi-circle of students, eying the vines on the floor from time to time. She would not hesitate a second in severing any of them that crossed her.
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