Nooooo. Why bother with Herbology??? But, then again, last class was not so...how to describe it...yeah, there is no word for it, but she still missed the past professors. However, after witnessing the way Bunbury was acting in the library and her coldness, she wasn't too behind a spot to be classified as evil.

And...what was that?! Pink!? Better make them golden and she'll have Kaika come happy enough to every class.

She eyed a spot in the middle, which was immediately taken by her...wouldn't want to be far behind or too close.

Tobi caught sight of Copernicus and temper that he was not known for bubbled to the surface.

I wonder if it would look suspicious if I levitated him into the Venomous Tentacula... He thought viciously.

The door to the greenhouses popped open and a large plastic container – as large as a foot locker, practically – floated into the room ahead of Anastasia. The container was about halfway filled with dirt and had bright pink puffapods sticking out of it every which way.

Yep, these were the puffapods from lesson one that Bunbunz should have planted before the weather became too cold and the ground too hard. Alas, extenuating circumstances had kept her away from the student gardens and now she was going to make an educational opportunity out of this.

"Hello peeps," Annie greeted the classroom, hovering the pufftub over to the desk by the blackboard. She'd discovered this word a few days ago and was now using it in excess. It was just so cool and hip – she loved it. The Herbology Professor let the puffapod container fall with a solid thump onto the desk and then flicked her two red braids over her shoulder.

"In case you couldn't tell," she announced to the class, "today we're going to be potting puffapods! Yaaaay!" Bunbury clapped her hands, trying to get the kids to show a little enthusiasm. Most looked so gloomy today – sheesh, it's not like someone died. Owait, someone diiiiiiiid! Ooops.

Shaking off her thoughts, Annie hopped up onto the desk next to the puffapods and swung her boot-clad feet to and fro. "So! In the spirit of potting, who can tell me what sort of materials you need to pot a plant?"

Cale sighed and smiled sheepishly as Bunbury entered. She was soooooo cool! She was even making an attempt to be like the kids by using the word "peeps". How sweet. She also seemed extremely hyper, but Cale didn't have a problem with that. She was pretty no matter what she did.

Shaking his head, he raised his hand in response to her question. "Well, obviously you need a pot and a plant to start off with. You'll probably need some tools to help you plant it, like a shovel and some gloves to protect your hands. Then, um...dirt and some sort of fertilizer and I think that's pretty much it," he replied. He had a sudden urge to sound a lot smarter than he actually was in this subject. He didn't want to disappoint her after he had worked so hard to seem like a good prefect during the incident in the library. He had to live up to his badge!

Juniper grinned. Potting puffapods would be fun. But then she remembered anti-nature girl next to her and her grin lessened by a fraction. She would have to make sure Kovac didn't drop a puffapod on the ground and smash it. That seemed like something the nature hater would do.

Hand in the air, Juniper waved her arm back and forth. "Besides the obvious, you need gravel to put in the bottom of the pot so water can drain."

Tobi raised a hand, glaring over his shoulder at Copernicus, "Trowels, Pots, and the thing you plan on potting never go amiss, sometimes it helps to have water depending on the needs of the plant."

Cam raised his hand. "Gloves, probably? Maybe some sort of a fertilizer or something."

Hey, Peeps? And why was she acting so weird? Last time Willow had seen her, she'd reminded her of those Muggle Soldiers that were strict, and enjoyed killing themselves. Naturally, Bunbury had reminded her of them because of the strict part, because as far as she was concerned, Bunbury didn't kill people.

And now they were going to pot puffapods. Ew.

"You need gloves, so you won't get your hands dirty." Very important gloves that she had inside her school bag. "And. . . water" Right? Right. She didn't know anything else--it wasn't like she liked potting plants. Or plants in general, for that matter.

Cela didn't even notice the lack of heels. She raised her gloved hand and answered, "You need a plant, the right kind of soil with the right PH levels and nutrients for the plant you are potting, you need a pot that will fit the plant or vice versa, you don't need a trowel, but it is useful if you don't want to touch the dirt, maybe a stick thingy to help the plant grow straight and water."

Freya raised her hand, and stated what she thought was obvious. "You would need a plant, a pot, gardening tools usually, soil and gloves...and also water for after it is planted." 'Unless it doesn't need it.' "Depending on the plant you may also need safety goggles." Oh yes, Freya remembered her incident last year...

What was with some of these teachers? Did they think they were being cool all of a sudden? Eww....

Upon hearing the familiar sound of the greenhouse door popping open, Anna glanced up and watched as her professor strolled into the classroom. Anna wrinkled her eyebrows as she took notice of the bright pink puffapods poking their little petals out of the container that floated just ahead of Professor Bunbury. Shouldn't those have been planted a few months earlier? Ahh, well. Maybe that's exactly what the students would be taking care of today.

Peeps? Wasn't that something a baby chicken did? Anna glanced back up at the blackboard and reread the little message the professor had left for the class. What unusal terminology for a professor to use... Anna turned her head back to the professor and tuned back in just in time to hear a question about potting plants. Anna raised her hand and said, "Well, professor, you'll need an appropriate pot to put the plant in, as well as some dirt and water."

Tobi agreed with the boy, "Gloves are excellent. There are some plants you shouldn't touch it can be VERY important to keep your hands to your self!" he said pointedly in the direction of certain someone. "No telling what trouble you can cause."

Lima raised her hand and said, "I would say you need a plant, a pot, soil and gloves." She couldnt think of anything else.

"To pot a plant, " Emiliano said as he raised his hand, "you need gloves to protect your hands, a clean flowerpot, dirt and water..." He said and took his hand down.

Sakura raised her hand, "Gloves, a pot, fertilizer, some tools for digging, water and a plant to pot." Sakura said in a bored voice. Herbology was so not her favourite subject.

Daphne giggled as the enthusiastic professor made her way into the classroom. She could tell the instructor was cool based on the colour choice. While Herbology wasn't her favourite lesson, she felt it might be fun, less messy than normal. She pulled out her pink gloves, feeling a little embarrassed about how it matched everything else in the room. Normally she'd feel stylish, one colour among a sea of neutrals, but today it seemed like she was trying too hard.

William frowned. Pink puffapods? Seriously now that was a bit too much. Non the less he raised his hand, "You need soil, the plant, water, and... gloves I guess..." he trailed off blinking. He just couldn't think right now, perhaps he could have skipped class. No he needed the points.

Ana raised her hand "We need soil, pot, gloves and maybe water and fertilizer"

Kayla raised her hand, "You'll need a pot, a plant, soil, water, gloves if you don't want to get dirty and fertilizer." She was about to put her hand down but then thought of something else. "And tools, depending how big the plant and pot are."

Lyra began to clap after the professor. OH LOOK AT ALL THE PINKKKKKKKKKK! Happy little trees! Pink Pink Pink! "Maybe a green PINK thumb?"

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Cale sighed and smiled sheepishly as Bunbury entered. She was soooooo cool! She was even making an attempt to be like the kids by using the word "peeps". How sweet. She also seemed extremely hyper, but Cale didn't have a problem with that. She was pretty no matter what she did.

Shaking his head, he raised his hand in response to her question. "Well, obviously you need a pot and a plant to start off with. You'll probably need some tools to help you plant it, like a shovel and some gloves to protect your hands. Then, um...dirt and some sort of fertilizer and I think that's pretty much it," he replied. He had a sudden urge to sound a lot smarter than he actually was in this subject. He didn't want to disappoint her after he had worked so hard to seem like a good prefect during the incident in the library. He had to live up to his badge!

Anastasia beamed at the bubbly, curly-headed Prefect. Oh he was just spot-on with his answers. "Excellent, Cale," she clapped and hopped off the desk at the front. "Take three points."

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Juniper grinned. Potting puffapods would be fun. But then she remembered anti-nature girl next to her and her grin lessened by a fraction. She would have to make sure Kovac didn't drop a puffapod on the ground and smash it. That seemed like something the nature hater would do.

Hand in the air, Juniper waved her arm back and forth. "Besides the obvious, you need gravel to put in the bottom of the pot so water can drain."

And Juniper was second to answer, pointing out something Anastasia had almost forgotten. "Good point, Junidear," she giggled at the name she'd just come up with. "Two points for reminding me..." she trailed off and started roaming down the center aisle of the room, nodding to everyone who answered.

"Great answers, everyone." Bunbury was feeling generous, and she winked at Lyra's PINK answer. "Have a point if you answered."

She brushed her braids over her shoulder and continued walking. "Before we begin planting, I just wanna tell you all a few things ya might find useful someday." She nodded and pointed her wand at the blackboard, where the following notes appeared.

"When choosing a pot to plant in, you want it to have a diameter equal to between one-third and half the height of the plant. So ours are about a foot wide and kinda tallish too, in proportion to the puffapods. Hehee."

Bunbury continued strolling, not noticing the few students that were messier than usual and not even caring that one Hufflepuff had an owl sitting on her shoulder.

"You also want the bottom of the pot to have some holes for drainage in the bottom. Do you know why you want drainage in the bottom of the plant?" She paused to see if someone would answer, and while she was waiting, the redhead pointed her wand toward a large, metal cabinet in the back of the room.

The cabinet doors banged open, followed by a big bag of tiny, ground-up pebbles. The bag floated along the desks, spilling just the right amount of gravel into each pot as it floated. None spilled out on the desks, thanks to Annie's careful wandwork, and when it was finished, the bag floated up to the desk with the puffapods and slumped to a stop.

Cela raised her gloved hand, "Because too much water can drown a plant?"

Sakura raised her hand, "So that excess water can escape and not drown the roots of the plant?" She asked timidly, almost 100% sure that she was incorrect.

Something was definitely wrong with this human, for the way she was speaking was just. . . not the way she had spoken during the first class? Yes, that was it. Perhaps she was sick. Or perhaps being exposed to so many dirt and plants was beginning to affect her brain.

She was sure it was the latter, because plants were evil.

"Well, plants are living things like us," admitted the girl reluctantly, her hand in the air, "So I suppose that if the pots didn't have those holes they would most likely drown. Which means that they would die." Not that she was opposed to the idea of a plant dying or anything.

Dominic of course had noticed that Mystery Girl Willow Kovac had taken the seat next to him, but he really was trying not to think too much of it. That was really the last thing he needed was to get distracted and lose focus, making a fool of himself in front of the redheaded professor.

Noting her arrival and the pink boot-clads she was wearing on her feet, he tried desperately to ignore her, completely missing - as a result - her first question about materials to pot a plant. Oops.

Tell them a few things they might find useful one day? Oy. What was up her bowl of pinkness today? Seriously. And why hadn't she potted the puffapods before; clearly someone was just evidently way too ditsy and forgot, which made him question how she became a Professor. Ah well that was Bonteceu's decision evidently, not his...

Ooh. Another question.

Raising his hand, he responded, "You would want drainage in the bottom of the plant to allow oxygen and other gases from the air to get to the roots of the plants."