As you approach the large mahogany wooden door, you notice a faint smell of fresh roses as well as an engraved name reading:
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Professor C. Virohsa -- Herbology
As you start to push the door open, you soon become aware of mystical and soft aromas drifting in the ait. Unable to pin the specific aromas, you feel your body relax as you start to step inside this office. You feel yourself floating and perhaps, you feel filled with energy and spark.
Nevertheless, after you enter and your mind begins to unfog, you then begin to notice your surroundings. There seems to be a high quantity of books all around, which are beautifully accompanied by exotic flowers and plants as well as awards for service to the Ministry.
And at the end of the room, there is a marble desk and a 42-yr old woman pouring water on top of some of her plants. The professor is a fit 5'10. Her straight blonde hair and green eyes give no warning to her strict personality (unless you have seen one of her cold stares that go right through you). Her robes are always presentable and clean (they look almost always new), which is amazing for she spends most of her time taking care for plants. Her face is soft and unwrinkled, yet her stare is strict and cold.
The woman appears to be deep in thought as she turns to her desk and starts scribbling on a parchment. "Yes?", she says sharply as she notices you standing by the door. Her voice seemed a bit too aloof and cold, perhaps due to the fact that her eyes never lifted from the parchment nor her hand stopped moving.