 Herbology Lesson Three @ The Whomping Willow
Professor Bunbury had the door to the first greenhouse propped open, a light breeze ruffling her hair as she leaned against the door and waited for students to file in. She tapped one foot slowly as she peered out the door, not because she was impatient but more likely because she had some sort of tune stuck in her head and just had to tap her foot to it.
The interior of the greenhouse had the usual grouping of black lab tables/classroom setting but there weren't any plants or planters or pots set up for class.... except for the professor's desk at the very front of the room. Arranged on that desk were an assortment of jars, some more decorated than others (she had tried to remove them of their ridiculous wrappings and bows and frills and poems and etc.), but all still contained the same silvery, stinky substance... |