Ludo trudged down to the Greenhouses. It was a dismal day and his heart just wasn't feeling up to a Herbology class, but that wouldn't stop him. He arrived and noticed the note on the door. It contained quite a different tone than the one from the previous lesson had.

As he entered and took a seat he checked his pockets until he found the one containing his gloves. The terrible event that had happened in the Library seemed to have addled his thoughts, and from the looks of several other students, theirs' as well.

With a slight look of disgust at the pink pot before him, Ludo's mind drifted to his last trip to the Library and his run in with the Herbology Professor...how unpleasant her look was when she'd spotted him...

"And here we go..." he thought, taking out quill, ink, and parchment, which they'd undoubtedly need.