herbology 7

Today’s plant was already sitting innocently on the bench as the class began to arrive, rather at odds with other floral, festive Valentine's decorations about the greenhouse today. Angel was grateful for the distraction, turning away from the plant. It looked not unlike a grey cactus, only with...

Angel lounged back in his chair, waiting for the class to arrive, swinging his feet from a nearby bench once enough of the class had entered the greenhouse. It was always interesting to note who had made it through the gauntlet of their upper year classes to survive to NEWT levels. “Hey guys...

Class Rules: If you value all your fingers, keep your hands to yourself. Never touch anything you don’t recognize. Stay alert! The plants are always paying attention, even if you aren’t, and many of them bite Treat the plants (and Professor Castillo) the way you would want to be treated...