Clara smiled as she lined the very last pot up on the long work bench. It was going to be a good first lesson for her new students. Waving her wand, she unlocked Greenhouse 5's door to allow the students to arrive.

She looked back once again over the pots filled to the brim with soil. Clara had buried something inside each one and the students were going to have a right good time digging to find them.

Feeling incredibly proud of the way she ran her lessons, Clara sat cross legged on a thick tree branch and waited.

Aislin creeped through the open door, checking the sign numerous times to make sure she was at the right greenhouse. Once she was inside and saw the professor, she grinned. "Good morning," Aislin greeted.

She set her bag and things down on one side of the room and then proceeded forward to inspect one of the brown-clay pots on the workbench.

Biabin walked briskly into the glass walled green house and took a nice deep breath. She loved being outdoors more than anything and the lust vibrant colors around her along with comforting and familiar smell of dirt in her nose she was sure this would be the best class she would ever take! "Hullo!" she smiled to the others in the room. There were rows of pots on the tables which were obviously meant to be for the lesson, she was about to make her way over to them when something caught her eye. "What is tha'?" she asked no one in particular as she approached a thin creeping vine with what looked like a long sliver ribbon dancing out of and oyster shaped blossom. Giggling as the ribbon retreated at her approach she reached out to touch the velvety plant.

Clara grinned as she saw two of the girls on her class list walk in. She slid off the tree branch and then nodded to the Gryffindor who said good morning. "Ah- sweetheart, I think you shouldn't touch that without gloves on," Clara said, when she saw the hufflepuff messing about with the Silvertongued Pansy Vine.

"Anyway!" Clara said, clapping her hands and smiling. "I think you two are the only ones who are going to show up this lesson, so I'll start now and whoever's late is late. Now, what we're going to do first is take a pot filled with soil, and reach our hand in." Clara waited till they'd all done that and then continued on, waiting to see their reactions to what they would find.

"You'll dig around until you find something that is not soil, then pull it out and show me!" Clara grinned.

Biabin pulled her hands quickly away, positive the plant would become animated at once and snap off her fingers. "Sorry professor!" she called loudly across the expanse of the green house that lie between them. Biabin turned and walked towards her teacher and fellow student, her eyes drinking in every particle of light and color this place of wonder had to offer her. A broad grin spread across her face as she listened to the instructions. She loved to play in dirt, even if it was childish. In the same moment she found herself hoping that all the lessons would be like this, and that if no other students appeared if their pots could be for-fitted to her as she puzzled over the different and wondrous items that could be hidden within. Picking a pot that seemed to call to her because of the small crack near the bottom she fearlessly plunged her hands into the deep, rich soil breathing in the warm homey smell, and relishing the feel of it collecting beneath her short chewed on fingernails.

Aislin grinned at the Hufflepuff as she was told off by the Professor. Curiously, she stepped forwards and grabbed the nearest pot. She reached her hand in and start to move the soil around. She bit her lip; it was a funny feeling, the soil was moist and gooey, but crumbled at her touch.

Aislin kept digging, expecting her hand to touch something any second.