It was a curious thing. Lex couldn't help but wonder whether or not the flesh-eaters now had to be under constant sedation because of how much closer they were to each other and how much more contact they had with little people. If the Professor needed help with the sedation, she could be available, that's what eager flesh-eater enthusiasts good Prefects did. Ahem.

Oh? Looking across the table she spotted that Strand guy. Chris right? "Hey." They hadn't actually had a conversation before, making this a little odd to her but she wasn't opposed to greetings, nope.

Was the class starting now? Lex reached into her pocket and fished out her dragonhide gloves then slipped them on thinking they were getting into the messy stuff. As it turned out, they were choosing seeds then taking notes? Yeeeah, gloves back off. They made writing harder. She looked at the boxes. All the choices were good--but what if she chose the wrong one and ended up liking what everyone else had? Surely it'd be too late to start again at that point. No. The Gryffindor wasn't willing to chance it so she nicked a seed from each box then got her parchment and quill ready.

NOW the class could begin.