Connor had this things and a little bit of trouble holding his textbook and his gloves in one hand, the gloves making the book slippery. After a moment or two he had the sense to move the book to the other hand as he stepped into the Greenhouse.

There were tables and nametags, the sign stating to write his name on one. So of course he did, but he was sure his handwriting was awful anyway, so good luck reading it Professor. The nametag now read.

"Morning, Professor." He grinned as boyishly as he ever had and found a spot behind a table, not seeing any of his friends he just went for one at random.