Who: Mikey and Spencer
Where: Greenhouse 3
When: Wednesday night
What: "Disregard the wording."
Spencer's favourite thing about the greenhouses was that they were never really dark. Even when night fell, there were some plants who needed light all around the clock: strange, exotic breeds that naturally grew next to magical crystal formations that glowed, or seedlings rescued from the inside of volcanoes, who were used to glowing embers. At night, the greenhouse was lit up by any number of fake suns, and Spencer could wander through it and pick the time of day as he liked.
It was overgrown at the moment in Greenhouse 3, but the only students who got to come in here were his NEWT kids, and they seemed to find an overgrown environment more authentic, rather than a marker of Spencer's laziness and general indulgence when it came to the plants spreading out. He was pretty good at not tripping over roots, now, despite the predilection certain varieties had of reaching out and grabbing at him.
On this particular night, he was sitting at his desk with a pile of marking. It didn't need to be done for another week, really, but it was as good a way as any to keep himself occupied, and he'd mixed some Pepper-Up Potion into his coffee, enough to keep him from the overpowering need to lie down, even if he couldn't sleep, for a couple of hours. It kept him from drowsing off on a pile of parchments, anyway, which was becoming a steadily more frequent occurrence. Spencer was almost glad, actually -- it gave him a handful of minutes of sleep, but was uncomfortable enough to wake him up before the nightmares hit.
Now, he raised his eyebrows at Delilah Gwynth's explanation that
some plants are more dangerous than other plants like the devil's snare which is because it wants to be left alone. Spencer circled the lack of capitals with red ink and scrawled
Carnivorous?? next to the line, readying himself to face yet another small tantrum in the next class. Whenever that next class would be, and he stilled, taking an uneasy glance through the glass up at the castle.
Said glance, besides giving the strangely ominous sight of the castle up against the night sky, revealed a figure coming steadily towards the greenhouse, and Spencer stood up, blinking, wondering who was on their way down this late.