8am wasn’t that bad. The Slytherin never knew why anyone would make such a fuss about starting classes half an hour earlier - it just meant they were out of bed, up and ready. More productivity. Or something like that. Unless they were falling asleep like some of her classmates were doing. She always did wonder how they could walk with their eyes closed. Perhaps they charmed their shoes? Unsure. Might need to look into it.

But. Not now.

Now, it was time for the first lesson of the new year, with Professor Beryl. Grinning as she moved into the Herbology space, she looked around and gave it a nice smile and a nod. Yup. This was nice. Cosy. She liked it. Itwasbetterthantheirbroomcloset. Oh, was that a garden she saw? Cute.

Scribbling ‘Holly Tamesis’ only a tag, she picked out one of the higher cubbies as she’d had a growth spurt over the summer and stored her bag after talking out her journal and quills. Slipping into a space next to some of the Slytherin’s, she gave a small smile to a few of her other friends as she once again looked around the room. Writing her name, house and year on her plaque she sniffed the air. Hmm…

She could smell peppermint and jasmine… but… she was pretty sure… she could smell mint too. Spearmint that is. Maybe. Or was she just smelling the peppermint and getting it confused. Hmm. Maybe. She looked at the table, trying to name them now that she was looking at them. … Wasn’t that sage?