Presley bounced into the office, and noticed a strong smell of...dung. That was strange. Usually Bentley's office smelled really good. She wrinkled her nose when Bentley's back was turned, but had arranged her face back to it's original expression before the professor saw her. "Hey!" Presley grinned. Then after a seconds pause, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Because she wasn't there for any particular reason and she didn't want to keep the teacher from something important simply because she was bored and energetic at the same time.

Making her way over to the watering can which she kept in the corner of the room for her fanged geraniums, Seren dunked her hands into the hollow and attempted to wash off as much of the dung as she could. Shame.. it was such good moisturiser, full of nutirents too.

"Nope, I'm all ears... and eyes, for next hour at least."After which she would have to start thinking about setting up the next lesson.

"Hi Professor!" Spike replied with a grin. He stepped through the door, and replied to her question. "A couple of things, if you don't mind. Some stuff I've been working on that I thought you might be interested to see, and then maybe a..." He searched for the right words to 'sell' it to the Professor. "...A project that I could conduct in the Greenhouses over the course of the next few weeks, to, erm, supplement my studies."

He placed the pot on the desk, and perched himself on the stool. "Is Caltex around?" he asked, wondering if the Professor's ball of fluff was...well, still exactly that - a bit too fluffy and white for Spike's preference. More Indy's type than Spike's, really. As if acknowledging this, Matilda fidgeted in Spike's hair, making his hair appear to rustle slightly.

Letting the Professor get settled before he moved on, Spike rummaged in his bag, and started to pull out a few seeds and pods that he wanted to discuss.

Closing the door behind them, Seren wandered around around to her side of the desk, shuffling some pages and attempting to tidy things up a bit. It wasn't really her strong suit.
"Ahh sounds interesting," she replied, wandering what sort of Project Spike was interesting in doing. At the mention of Caltex, Seren was stumped. Where was the devil fluff of fur? "That's... a very good question."Pulling out the seat to her desk, she peered under the table. He liked to hide there to nap sometimes, particularly if he wasn't having a good day with with fanged geraniums. It seemed as though today was one of those days.
"Looks like he's napping," she added, taking her seat and making sure she didn't accidently kick her pup in the process. Not that he would notice. He was a little daft like that.

Eyeing the pot on her desk, Seren could no longer contain her curiosity. "So what do you have to show me?" she asked, leaning forward on her desk, propping herself up with her elbows.

Spike grinned as Professor Bentley tried to shuffle around some papers and apparently try to make some room on the desk. It didn't bother him really. This was positively neat and minimalist compared to Spike's usual chaos.

"I hope so," Spike said with a nod. "I was hoping to put some of my extra time to good use," he added. In other words, he was after a distraction from the lack of Quidditch - and a break from his extra Charms and Transfiguration that his parents couldn't quibble too much. Extra-curricular Herbology sounded good to parents, right? And if he wanted to take his Herbology seriously past OWLs, he needed to do some 'proper' research.

As the Professor peered round for the ball of fluff, Spike followed her gaze under the desk. Spotting Caltex under there, Spike pulled his legs a bit further under his chair. It wasn't that he didn't like the fluffball, afterall Spike liked nearly all types of creature, but he didn't want to kick him accidentally or wake him up. Plus, there were more important things to talk about...

Placing the seeds on the desk, carefully Spike turned his attention back to the potted plant. "Well, I said ages ago you needed some more blue in here..." he started with a bounce of his curls. "And there seems to be a whole lack of blue plants in general compared to other colours...so I started experimenting." He pushed the pot towards her gently. "This is one of my results. One I'm pretty chuffed with actually. And I thought you might like it. Even if red is more suiting now..." He gave a little pout at that. Bentley being with the Gryffs was weird.

"It's a Chiming BlueBell. I've managed to train mine, of sorts. Naturally it sounds a bit like a windchime, catching in the breeze." All twinkly and pretty and relaxing, and perfect background noise for work. "But it can also start to pick up actual proper tunes. It copied my whistling, for example...and then started mimicking my alarm clock. At the correct time and everything." He looked at it proudly, though admittedly the alarm clock trick wasn't quite so fun at the weekends. "I think I picked the one that isn't so advanced, so you could have the choice..." Afterall, she might not want a Chiming Bluebell wake up call every morning.

Presley grinned happily. "Good! I was really bored, and everybody seems to be studying for finals, so I thought I'd come see you." Because Bentley was obviously not studying for finals. She was a professor.

"Good thinking," she replied, obviously impressed with Spikes dedication to herbology. That boy was going to go far. Or if not far... then at least deep. Because getting your hands dirty was half the fun with herbology.

Seren watched curiously as Spike placed some seeds on the desk, but then redirected her attention to the potted plant. Inspecting is as it drew nearer to her, Seren couldn't help but beam. "It's beautiful Spike, thank you." It was definitely beautiful and most certainly innovative. Though her smile faltered slightly as Spike mentioned that red was more fitting now. That may have been so, but she was still a Ravenclaw, she had her school year book to prove it. "Spike... blue is my favourite colour, that's not going to change just because I'm Gryffindors Head of House now..." just like she wasn't about to stop caring about the Ravenclaw's. it was just a title, more responsibility. But enough about that. There was no point in going into details.

"Train it?... you managed to train it?" she repeated, clearly impressed but also curious. "How long did that take to achieve?"



"Ahh I see," she replied with a smile. "And how goes your study? I hope you're not falling behind by keeping me company." Truthfully, she doubted it. Presley was a very capable and very organised young woman, and her grades have been beyond average.

"I hope it'll be be feasible," Spike said with a smile. He was sure the stuff was available in the greenhouses, but setting the experiment up might be a bit more tricky. Hopefully they'd get to discuss that a bit today after he'd shown her his other bits.

As she looked over the Bluebell, Spike beamed. "I'm glad you like it," he answered. "I didn't know if you already had some normal ones, but I think these ones chime really lovely." He saw her smile fade slightly as he mentioned her Gryffie-ness, and looked sheepish. "As long as you still cheer for us Claws," he said wide eyed. Admittedly, he wasn't on the team this year to miss her vocal cheering, but he certainly wanted it again next year. "When we're not playing the Gryffs, I mean," because he wasn't sure the lions would appreciate their Head of House going so visibly against them.

"Course I did," Spike said with a shrug. "Just needed a gentle touch, as is the case with most living creatures." And here, he meant plants and critters. As if agreeing, Matilda stretched out atop Spike's head, and one of her front legs might have been visible momentarily between his curls. "They responded well to my whistling whilst they were young and shooting, so I made sure I did it round them, and occasionally got out my wood flute too." He felt around in his pocket, and pulled out a hand carved instrument that resembled something between a dead branch of wood and a recorder. "They kinda wiggled a bit, sorta excitedly." He wrinkled nose, not sure how to explain how he 'knew' they liked it. Maybe the Professor knew that sort of feeling?

"As they flowered, they started making sounds back. I mean, more than just their usual happy chime, so I kinda focused on helping them with proper tunes. They mimicked to begin with, and then sometimes just came out with them." He gently stroked the leaves of the plant, which chimed happily. These had been far easier to train than getting Honking Daffodils to sing nicely. "The alarm clock was a bit of an accident, admittedly, but it does sound better than the usual screeching thing I have."

"Oh absolutely, it's lovely... and it's staying right here in my office." I wasn't going anywhere. Nope. The greenhouses had enough pretty for the students, THIS charming bluebell was going to sit on her window sill.

A small smirk tilted up the corner of her lips, "Oh I most certainly will," she said with a wink. There was no way she could not support Ravenclaw, provided of course it was against Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Her Lions were her priority otherwise. Nodding Seren continued to listen to Spike explain how he trained the bluebells, it was an amazing achievement for a student so young. "Well congratulations, you've done remarkably well."
"And it ties in with the first assignment of the term, socialising your plants and connecting with them on an emotional level is important, they really are like children... or even puppies." She stole a glance at her bundle of fluff, his chest rising in his sleep.

When Professor Bentley opened the door, there was a split moment when Selina was going to say she'd come back later. The look on her Professor and Head of House's face was like nothing she had ever seen before. She knew that Bentley was a passionate woman about her job and her students, but it seemed that Bentley was very upset about something.

However, once she recognized Selina the Herbology Professor's eyes softened and her entire demeanor changed. The bewitched blonde felt more at ease with her Professor looking at her like she was now than the way she was three seconds ago.

With the invitation into the office, Selina nodded politely and stepped inside the office of her Head of House. Once she was standing in the office she turned to her Professor and said, "Yes, Professor. It has been a while..." There was an awkward pause on Selina's end. What could she say to her Professor. She was no doubt very upset about Selina's behavior on the Pitch post game. Everyone on the Pitch and in the Stands had no doubt heard her. She was yelling for Merlin.

"Blonde looks good on you by the way," she added, finally coming to her senses and seeing things properly. Having been locked up and in a bad mood had closed her off to the world somewhat.

She had a feeling she knew what Selina had come to discuss. It was something she had wanted to discuss with the Captain as well. The whole experience had been a rough one, and though they were well within their right to feel downtrodden, they both could have behaved in a more appropriate manner. "How are you feeling?"

Selina crossed her arms over her chest in a very polite manner. She was a little ashamed of the manner in which she presented herself on the Pitch after the game that day. However, she was so fed up with the level of sportsmanship at the matches. She was certain that after every game she always congratulated the other teams. It was something that was unbelievable to her. Anya, yes, was hurt after the game... and she was hurt very seriously and all the other team could do was hoot and holler for their own success. It was unbelievable to her. Perhaps she was being unreasonable, heck she knew she was being unreasonable, but Anya Phillips was someone she cared very deeply for. So she acted accordingly... was it right? Properly not. But she did not care at the time.

When Bentley mentioned her hair Selina smiled and said softly, "Thanks." But she knew the question was coming before her Professor even said anything. She took a deep breath in and replied, "I'm feeling alright Professor. A little... well... how are you feeling?"

Seren nodded in understanding, she understood Selina's non-response. The girls face said it all. "I've been... okay... given the current circumstances."
Even though she was happy for the Ravenclaw team, she wasn't thrilled with how it had gone down. It wasn't right... and it didn't seem fair.
"How's Anya doing?" she asked softly. Really, she should have checked in on the teams seeker by now, but with everything that had happened, locking herself up in her office seemed far more appealing.

"Anya is doing okay, Professor," Selina reassured her head of house. With a dry chuckle she added, "'Course she would do better if the thing would stay still and allow herself to heal. I swear, she is trying to go too fast too soon. But besides that? Yeah, she's fine." Selina, however, was not. She was not joking the day she had made a stink on the Pitch. There was a serious rift in the school to the point where houses, when it came to competitive things, completely forgot about their peers. It didn't seem to be like that when she was younger...

Now? That was all it was.

"Oh good... that's the main thing." The last thing she wanted was to have one of her Lions stuck in the Hospital Wing till the end of term or to be transferred to Mungo's. Of course, hearing that Anya was having difficulty keeping still didn't surprise her, and the little Seekers fighting spirit brought a smile to her face, even if it was only a fleeting one.
"So what's on your mind dear?" she asked, brows knitting together in thought, "I can see something is troubling you."

Selina wondered how Bentley did it. Was she a mind reader or something? Or was it just that Selina could not hide her feelings very well that Bentley knew something was the matter? Honestly, whatever the reason was when she asked what was troubling Selina the bewitched blonde was a little startled.

She chuckled a little at her intuitive Professor and responded, "Yeah, something is the matter, Professor." Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath before she continued, "I can't stop thinking of that game. I acting appallingly after the game and I feel like I wrongly represented the Gryffindor pride. More importantly I feel like I have let you down with my horrid behavior. I just wanted to let you know that I am so sorry for my behavior. There are no words to excuse the way I acted."