Curtis was in one of his favorite spots in the castle again. Not that many could guess it, ahem. There was something pleasant about the humid enclosure with the many plants that took him away from school troubles.

Anyways, he had some plans that required being here. Carrying a basket of slug repellant in one arm and wand out in the other, he needed to procure certain items in the Greenhouses and would be sure to replace what was taken, along with you know, the whole tidying the bugs out. Curtis checked over his shoulder every now and then as he crossed into Greenhouse Two. He was used to being followed, but this term was different. He had certain people now that he didn't want to be checked on by.

Dropping the basket down, he leaned over with the repellant to remove some of the slugs lurking near he planned to procure.

Quinn and Atlas had come up with a plan to see each other—every three days, Quinn would come visit his flower, Violet, in the greenhouse during his outside time, and Atlas would meet him there. Quinn missed Atlas terribly in the interims, but he didn't want to get Atlas in trouble for hanging around too often.

Talking with Atlas was the best part of Quinn's day every time they met up. It sucked not being able to see him every day, but this worked for now. But being able to talk with Atlas about what was going on outside The Room was nice. Helped to remind him that there was life outside of it. He had been in there for too long now; he was itching to escape from the dank little chamber, but that would require magic, which he wasn't allowed access to freely anymore. He would also have to escape the school, not just the Room, which meant probably running into the Forbidden Forest which was a death wish in itself. But it would probably give him a better chance than if he stayed down there—everyone down there was a sitting duck without a wand, and Quinn wouldn't put it past the Alliance to simply go in and dispose of all of them at the end of the term.

He needed to figure a way out. But he would need help. And he couldn't talk about anything openly, either, since the Hoods were watching at all times.

The best mode of escape he could think of was the grimy little window, but he didn't know how it would work. He had figured out it looked out into the bottom of the lake—the dampness of that specific wall was a dead giveaway. And he figured it was probably enchanted to not open—or to kill anything that touched it from the outside, something sick like that seemed more in character for Rosier. It was also definitely at the very bottom of the lake, so Quinn didn't know how anyone would manage to get there, disenchant the window if necessary, and get everyone out without drowning them. And he didn't have the most free access to books to try and figure all that out at the moment.

As Quinn was thinking, he busied himself with Violet, giving her water and looking around her stem for any signs of damage from bugs. He hoped Atlas would get there soon.