Ok, so Rachel did NOT like the idea of giving up her wand at all. Especially not when at least two Professors she knew had misplaced theirs. If THEY couldn't keep track of theirs - how were the students supposed to when they were asked to dump it in a container for a whole lesson?!

Hmphf. Looking fondly at her eleven and a quarter inch of a wand - Mahogany and dragon heartstring - she forced herself to let it go and winced at the sound it made when it hit all the other wands. She REALLY didn't like this. At all.

Not looking at Professor Bunbury pointedly - probably not because of the wand thing, but because Rachel hadn't attended a Herbology lesson since forever - the sixth year chose a random spot to hover around and waited to see what other people were doing. Herbology was unfamiliar ground for her.