Spencer was coming back from the Forbidden forest, carefully cradling a small Abyssinian shrivelfig shrub in his hands, not quite daring put it in one of the pots he carried with him. It would go better in the shade of one of the larger plants -- something from Greenhouse 2, he thought, something kind and harmless. The light outside Greenhouse 4 made him scowl -- one of the older students again, he thought, trying to sneak supplies for a forbidden potion, or their very own snappy little plant as a pet.
He sped up, but it wasn't a student, after all. "Gerard," he said, surprised, drawing closer. "Hi. Did you need something?"
He couldn't think of any reason why someone was coming out to the greenhouses unless they need a plant, or wanted to talk to him, or something of the like. Unless something dangerous was going on, which would make sense considering Gerard's job, and Spencer gripped his wand tighter, looking around himself instinctively.