Fiona was feeling quite irritable. She wasn't into early morning starts so an 8 am lesson did annoy her quite a bit. Also, the fact that she and her housemates were sleeping in a decked-out broom closet didn't help her mood. Although, looking on the positive side, no Beauxbatons students to share with. Ipso facto, she did feel a bit relaxed and did sleep after the feast.

Putting on an expression of calm, Fiona entered the greenhouse and placed her items into a cubby which she labelled, "Fiona Jenovick. Slytherin First Year." She grabbed her journal and two quills and started to head towards a seat but before sitting down, she said with a polite smile, "Good morning, Professor Beryl! Is that er..rosemary that I can smell?"

Fiona had no idea as she sat down. She lived in New York until a year ago and herbs didn't feature largely in her day-to-day life.