 Fluttery Pegasi
Quinn stopped at the door to the greenhouse, hugging herself for warmth, and raised an eyebrow at the sign hanging. Grand! She had a feeling she was going to regret not skipping class today. Fortunately, Quinn had opted to leave both her leather jacket and her Phoenix feather in her trunk by her bed, as she was suddenly quite confident they'd have been ruined by the end of this lesson otherwise.
She slipped on a face mask and made her way into the greenhouse. Her ice blue eyes studied the professors each in turn as she made her way to a seat at random without a word. As always, she had to fight to not to let her low opinion of Professor Myers' abomination of a wardrobe from showing on her face, and Quinn quickly began to set up her workstation as a way of distracting herself.
She pulled out the collapsible cauldron Puck had given her, and set it up on the tripod, then removed the old textbook of Puck's, in which every bit of margin seemed filled with scribbled notes and suggestions on how to better brew every potion in it. And once her station was set up, Quinn turned her focus on the plant that seemed to be center stage, both out of curiosity and because it kept her from having to look at the fashion victim that was her Herbology professor.
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