Herbology was one of Stella's favorite sibjects and snr slent aloy of time in them when she wasn't in class, to see the sight of it made her heart drop. Gasping at the sight of it, she bit her her lip. "Hello Professor, do you need a hand with cleaning up? I dont mind helping." Looking around once again, there were pots and the ceiling was leaking. The poor Greenhouse, she hoped the plants were okay.

Putting her stuff down, she bit her lip as she stepped on a broken pot. Bending down, she picked up the pieces wondering if it was repairing or just throw away, she didn't know if there were more pots, but some of these pots held special kinds of plants and were made for them. She wasn't going to lie, she was upset about the sight of the poor greenhouse.