Ross walked into the class room and walked over to one of the pink pots that was sitting at his work station.

Lasca walked in and noticed the odd note. Shrugging she placed her bag on the floor and took a seat. She extracted everything she would need for the class: parchment, quill, ink, wand, and her gloves. Then she sat and waited patiently for the class to begin. She was quite early but it didn't bother her. She looked toward the door to see if anyone entered that she knew.

Walking into the green house, Liz looks around and finds an empty spot toward the middle. Taking out her gloves from her bag, she places them on the table in front of her.

Miles mosied on down the greenhouse in which the next herbology lesson would start. And thankfully, he was early. Miles was quite nervous this lesson, as the last time he saw Bunbury, it wasn't a great meeting. He frowned at the thought, and went to go sit at a lab table, where there was a ... pink pot. Yuck.

Reese wandered into the greenhouse and sighed.It was Herbology.HE WORST SUBJECT EVER!! She can just touch a plant and it dies. I know...it's bad. She never had a "green thumb" or whatever those muggle people call it.She never will,either.

Reese looked up at the blackboard and saw the message the Professor left.She went over and took a seat at one of the stations and waited for the Professor's arrival.

Jake entered the room, way more dishevelled and disorganised than usual, slumping into a chair on his own, wondering if he would have to encounter anyone.

Sigh...

Resting one elbow on the table, Jake propped his head up with his hand and let out one long heavy sigh.

Whitney strolled into the green house,getting a wiff of every plant. She looked around and spotted Reese. "Hello! she said happily and walked over to her. She'd never been in a class with her before,so hopefully it'd go well. Her plan was to do as well as she could and attempt earning some points for Slytherin. She set her stuff down,and sat next to Reese.

Cale had perhaps wisely so far not shown up yet, so Tobi shrugged and chose to sit at a table with Lasca, the first year who knew cleaning charms, it might come in handy, considering Professor Crazy!Bunbuns preoccupation with cleanliness.

Kayla made her way into the greenhouse, noticed that the Professor didn't seem to be here as yet. She took a seat at one of the benches and looked around to see who else was here. Eh...after everything that had happened in the last couple of days, class was the last thing she felt like doing.

Ross had realised that everyone was taking gloves out of their bag so following suit he retracted his gloves but instead of puting them out so everyone else could see them He hid the very old second hand pair of gloves in his pocket.

Looking around the room ross noticed a few people he didnt know so instead of talking to just one person he said "Hello" just a bit louder so everyone could hear him, "I am Ross" he continued as he started to play about with his pocket.

Qaz walked in and found a vacant spot. It looked like they were going to play in the dirt today. Time for gloves and her apron...mustn't get dirty in this class.

A smirk set upon his face, Cam slowly walked over to the greenhouses for the next lesson. Meeting with the BunBun again was not a good idea and remembered the library incident. He had to organize the books and organizing books were not his duty. It was a smart person's duty. Even though he considered himself to be smart, there were obviously some Ravenclaws that wanted to work in the library, right? Right.

"Lalalalaaaaa." While walking over to the greenhouse, he carefully checked himself. As a reminder from the last lesson, they were to be clean. Everything. That meant like a 1 hour bath to poor little Cam. His pruney hands from the shower and his almost-to-be-dried hair showed signs of how hard he had done for this classroom.

It was not for BunBun. It was for Slytherin. Hmph.

Not to mention that really nice girl, Willow who offered to give him a pack of those scented shampoo. He had a hard time not to continue sniffing the shampoo bottle while taking a shower. Yes, the only thing he liked about girls was their shampoo. Maybe there was a bit more than that but scented shampoo was paradise.

When was the time that he'd meet a girl that smelled like chocolate? He would love that.

So he walked into the greenhouse, still with that smirk upon his face which carefully turned into a frown. A sad frown because the pots were like, pink. Pink was a horrible color, so horrible that if Cam ever became the Minister for Magic he would ban all pink around the Wizarding World.

That'll do lots of good stuff.

To brighten his day, he actually flicked his hair like a rockstar would do while in the classroom. He flicked it to have the scent of his hair all around him. Now he smelled like lemon and jasmine and everything smelled like lemon and jasmine around him. Willow was awesome for giving a pack of it.

"I smell gooooood."

He skipped at a table and took a seat, eying the pink pot. Ew.

Cela shuffled into the class, eyes downcast and gloves already on. She sat next to Liz without saying anything, but gave her housemate a little smile.

Even the pink pots couldn't cheer her up.

Dominic drifted carefree into the greenhouses for another lesson. He wasn't particularly fond of this new professor, but nonetheless he still enjoyed herbology and plants, which was enough for him...

Noting the pink pots, the fifth year sighed and wished he could change the colors to any other color except pink. He could change the colors, but he doubted he would successfully get away with the color-changing charm without a point loss. Something he did not fancy doing.

So he took a seat by one of the free spots and then took note of the pink curly writing on the board. Don't play with the dirt; ha! As if he would dare to do that? Musing to himself, he sighed and wistfully waited for the arrival of that redheaded drama queen to arrive to learn of their topic today.

Ross waited for a reply but when no reply came he decided to just lay his head beside his pot.

Slinking into the class inconspicously, Terry instantly made a beeline for a seat next to Miles. Drawing out a huge textbook, he propped it up on the lab table, shoving his face behind it. ....only then did he realise professor Bunbury wasn't even THERE yet.

Ehh, right. Poking his head out, he attempted a smile at his best friend, before shaking his head. 'Dont. Ask.'

Realizing that it'd be best to start off prepared for class, she checked herself and made sure she was thoroughly clean. She was. Then Whit reached into her bag and pulled out her pair of gloves,putting them on. When she looked down at her desk she saw a pot,but it wasn't just any pot it was pink. 'Pink? Really?' It reminded her of Madame Pudifoot's in Hogsmeade. Too much pink was just too much. Looking around the room she saw that every pot was pink. 'Just...avoid it. Pretend that they're orange. Orange is a good color.' Actually it was her favorite color. And that was what she did. Simply looked at her pot and tried turning it orange with her mind,half wondering where the professor was.

PINK pots?

That was the first thought in Cale's mind when he entered the room. Grosssssss. As if this subject wasn't difficult enough for him, Bunbury had to add to the horrendous subject by changing the pots into a girly color. Sigh. Cale took a seat next to Reese and smiled at Whitney, who was sitting nearby, and looked around. Where was that pretty professor anyways?

Freya walked into the classroom, erm, greenhouse. It had been ages since she had last been here, but it wasn't terribly differ-'Wait.' She found a seat and sat down, 'What is THAT?!' Her pale eyes had found the bright pink flower pots. Freya felt an eye twitch ever so slightly, and she shivered. Oh well, no sense in making everything worse than it needed to be....She sighed very lightly and took out her elbow-length black leather gloves and set them on her table. Then proceeded to clean the already spotless counters.

William walked in, not looking at all like himself as he looked around and automatically took his spot next to Jake nodding in his direction as he took out his books and crossed his arms. He looked around and noticed people taking out their gloves. He frowned, digging into his bag, scrounging around the empty candy wrappers and other discarded items until he found them. Pulling them out he grinned half heartedly as he set them beside his book.

Miles didn't know what Terry was doing, but sort of understood when he seemed quite scared to be in this lesson. If it was the same reason as Miles, then he would know how he felt COMPLETELY. He smiled slightly at his best friend, a bit nervous for them both.

"Tobi!" Valentine bounced into the classroom at sat down next to the gryffindor boy. She didn't know him too well, but he was the only one with a recognizable face in the class so far. "Cale come in yet?" She asked taking out her supplies.

Heaving a small sigh, Terry lowered his book lower, then scowled towards the board. 'I'll tell you about it after the lesson,' All he could do now was try and get through the remainder of the lesson unscathed, he supposed. A lot easier said than done when it came to Anastasia Bunbury, in his opinion.

Lasca gave a polite nod as the guy she had met at the end of DADA took a seat with her. She smiled at the memory of the hug he had given her. All she had done was help him remove a spot from the floor. His name suddenly came to her. "Hello Tobias. Or do you prefer Tobi?"