Tavelon entered the greenhouse, which was considerably warm compared to the chilly outside. He wondered if there were spells or if that was natural.

Maybe it was to counteract Professor Bunbury's icy stare.

Tavelon went over to the box to deposit his wand. Why? Not his favorite 11-and-a-half-inch-sturdy-redwood-with-dragon-heartstring-core... well, his only wand. So it had to be his favorite.

Tavelon grudgingly put his wand in the box. All the professors missing their wands lately... Maybe it was Bunbury! And now she was going to STEAL from the students, too!!!

Tavelon kept all of this in his head, and cut things down to a simple "Hi, Professor" with a cheery smile as he sat.