It was a fine, mellow September morning, the kind of morning that poets sing of, the kind of autumn morning that makes you forget that winter is coming in a few months.
Out behind Greenhouse One stood a rather large, low, flat cart loaded with various herbology supplies. There were bags of special fertilizer, boxes labelled
Earmuffs (maximum noise reduction), crates of small, narrow but long spades. But the most intriguing thing of all was a collection of what looked to be some sort of potted plants, at least 3 dozen of them. At least, they appear to be plants--all of the pots are covered with muslin fabric which is securely fastened down around the pots.
Professor Tapio DeVries is standing nearby, holding a wooden clipboard and clumsily trying to make notes on it--apparently taking inventory of the supplies on the wagon. His bandaged arm is still in a sling, so he has to lean the clipboard against the end of the cart in order to write. Since some of these supplies can't be moved using magic, Tapio is really hoping that some of the students (or staff) will show up to help in response to the notices he recently posted on all the common room bulletin boards.
(OOC: Please post your character's arrival to this group roleplay, greetings, etc.. Tapio will chime in shortly (by tomorrow, at the latest) with more instructions.)