Minerva moved with the class. She shivered a bit, because the greenhouse seemed to be getting cooler the further they went in. She found a stool to sit on and took her seat pulling out her gloves so they would be easier to access once they got started. Hmmm she thought she knew the professor would never put them in danger, but the thought of touching something that burnt down the shed made her a little uneasy. Well being possibly burnt by these seeds sounded better then those pixies from first term. She followed the professor with her eyes waiting for the next instruction.