The scent of lilacs fills the air as you step into the greenhouse, the soft rustling of leaves the only sound. Gregory sits quietly in the corner, his eyes half-lidded, as if lost in thought. Or in another world altogether. He’s always been hard to reach, wrapped up in his art and his own quiet solitude.

His sketchbook lies open beside him, his focus more on the plants in front of him, checking leaves and flower heads before picking just a handful, pushing the leaves into a little pouch before moving to the next plant.

You know Gregory loves brewing his own teas, and when you can’t find him in the art room, you always know the greenhouse is your next best bet. He’s the number one leaf stealer.