Soft murmurs of chatter and gossip float around the dimly lit, ethereal warm and welcoming Herbology classroom, or greenhouse. The air a tad thick, moist ironed with heat and thick rays of sunlight bouncing and nourishing on and off of plants.

A certain red-haired Slytherin fellow is trying, and failing to distinguish the difference between spring root mushrooms and horntail mushrooms. His extravagant hazel-green eyes narrowed in unhappy thought, you can recognize this Slytherin boy as no other then Theodore Astor, muggle-born, prefect who seems to try his hardest to stay quiet. Irrelevant, why? You had no idea so far. The wicked scar across his freckled cheek kept the pricks away from the boy though. Despite the absolute lack of amusement from Theodore, and the general harmlessness of him does send a tad of a shiver down anyone with a keen eye’s spine. Theodore Astor, the red-headed muggle-born was many things, but, basic wasn’t one of them. Something told this particular Slytherin had many things buried.

Theodore looks like he might need some help with his Herbology..