 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Gillyweed stepped into the greenhouse, the cool January air giving way to a more temperate warmth as she crossed the threshold. The charm in place could be warmer, but she knew it was enough to keep the plants thriving. She immediately scanned the room, her sharp eyes catching sight of the two tarps covering what she assumed were today's focus points. Whatever Professor Cole had in store was bound to be intriguing.
When her brown eyes locked in on the man, the fourth year first took note of his demeanour. She then offered him a small smile with respectful nod, her voice soft but steady as she greeted him. "Hello, Professor."
Clad in clothes that had been dirty before, her dragonhide gloves tucked into her pocket, and a mortar and pestle in hand, Gillyweed proceeded to make her way to one of the benches. Once she was settled, she placed her tools and gloves down on the workstation with care.
Her attention flicked back to the tarps. What could be under there? Would they be harvesting something? Preparing a potion ingredient? Her fingers twitched at the thought of it—whether it was a plant with stinging barbs, toxic leaves, or something requiring precise handling, she was ready for it.
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