Work stations have been meticulously set up on the grass of the greenhouse, four stools standing at each shiny table. On the largest table, at the front of the class, several dozen carefully potted Venomous Tentaculas have been situated, the plants paralysed with a simple charm. Small, possibly unrecognisable pink blossoms appear to have taken root with the paralysed plants, their blossoms obviously out of place to any who have previously seen the tentaculas. The conjured chalkboard just beyond these, its wheels pressing into the ground, bears a few simple instructions.
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1. Do NOT touch the plants on the workstation.
2. Excessive chatter will not be tolerated; this may be a greenhouse, but it's also your classroom. Respect it.
3. Please double-check that you have your gloves with you; goggles are also suggested, though not required. As would be expected, please have your wand on hand as well.
Underneath these instructions, a name has been scrawled, though the handwriting of the signature is nearly illegible. Those who are more versed at deciphering chicken scratch might be able to read the substitute's name, Jacob Cutter, written there. A rather young man, his years not even numbering past 27, he can be found kneeling at the churned-up patch of dirt the tentaculas have been removed from, muttering in an anxious tone under his breath as his fingers brush through the dirt.
OOC: Please enter and take your seats; keep the chatter to a dull roar until class begins. 
As the notice says, I will begin class at around 8PM GMT. Points will be taken for excessive chatter, so be mindful; Cutter is, after all, only a few yards away, and is paying attention. This class will run for a few days, so everyone will have a chance to take part. I'm opening this thread before I go offline so you might all have a chance to arrive and take a seat, please do not make me come back to 4+ pages of chatter and regret it! 