Freya walked into the classroom, erm, greenhouse. It had been ages since she had last been here, but it wasn't terribly differ-'Wait.' She found a seat and sat down, 'What is THAT?!' Her pale eyes had found the bright pink flower pots. Freya felt an eye twitch ever so slightly, and she shivered. Oh well, no sense in making everything worse than it needed to be....She sighed very lightly and took out her elbow-length black leather gloves and set them on her table. Then proceeded to clean the already spotless counters.