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Who: Audrey and Spencer
When: sometime next week -- after the painting
Where: The Greenhouses
What: catching up
Audrey eyed the greenhouses dubiously. Most of her experiences in Herbology class had consisted of trying to keep the plants as far away from herself as possible. It was always a losing battle. At least today she could be certain no one was going to trip her into a bed of mandrakes, unless Spencer had regressed back to a first year for some bizarre reason.
You have owned your own business for three years, woman, and you are teaching a bunch of teenagers. You can handle a building full of damn plants! It sounded pretty good, but Audrey wasn't certain she believed herself. Teenagers at least didn't pretend to be stationary to lure you to your death, or look all beautiful and then spit poison. On the other hand, plants weren't likely to burst into tears or tell her she wasn't as good as Professor Trohman. And besides, she was going into Spencer's office. Just a quick walk through and she could leave the plants behind her.
Suitably mentally fortified, Audrey flipped her hair back and marched into the main greenhouse. "Spencer? You around? And is anything in here going to try to eat me?"
When: sometime next week -- after the painting
Where: The Greenhouses
What: catching up
Audrey eyed the greenhouses dubiously. Most of her experiences in Herbology class had consisted of trying to keep the plants as far away from herself as possible. It was always a losing battle. At least today she could be certain no one was going to trip her into a bed of mandrakes, unless Spencer had regressed back to a first year for some bizarre reason.
You have owned your own business for three years, woman, and you are teaching a bunch of teenagers. You can handle a building full of damn plants! It sounded pretty good, but Audrey wasn't certain she believed herself. Teenagers at least didn't pretend to be stationary to lure you to your death, or look all beautiful and then spit poison. On the other hand, plants weren't likely to burst into tears or tell her she wasn't as good as Professor Trohman. And besides, she was going into Spencer's office. Just a quick walk through and she could leave the plants behind her.
Suitably mentally fortified, Audrey flipped her hair back and marched into the main greenhouse. "Spencer? You around? And is anything in here going to try to eat me?"