Avalon made her way over to the field next to Greenhouse 4 for the next herbology lesson. Had she gotten a little more used to the prospect of magical plants since the beginning of the term? Slightly. Had she overcome her fear of the Venomous Tentacula? Nope. The memory of getting bitten as a child still haunted her mind. But with each lesson, she was becoming more and more accustomed to weird wizarding plants.

Joining the rest of the students gathered from Professor Sutton, Avalon scanned the sign. "Hello, Professor Sutton," she said with a smile. She patted her robe pocket to make sure that she had remembered to bring her dragon-hide gloves and glanced down at her black lace-up boots. Thank goodness she had remembered to bring her own boots from home when she was packing for the term. Communal gardening boots were not Avalon's idea of fashion.