"G-good d-day P-professor," Wesley stuttered in greeting as she entered the green house. Professor Bunbury scared her. All that pink...it looked dangerous. But perhaps even more frightening was the lady's array of high-heels, those could do some serious damage. The Hufflepuff definitely wouldn't want the Herbology teacher for an enemy.

Taking a seat next to Sarah, Wesley smiled instead of saying hello, too scared to talk in front of Professor Bunbury.

A herbology final? This was going to end badly. The first year had no green thumb what so ever. Her thumb was probably black. For plant killer.

Taking out a stack of parchment, Wesley prepared to take notes. After all, the final class had to be all about what was going to be on the exam. If anything, these notes would be her key to survival.