Summer Camp Herbology Workshop Closed

Breakfast in the Great hall was watched over by Sorrel Wright, who kept searching around, as if for another professor. The rumor of the day was that the Potions Professor and Gryffindor Head of House would be aiding the woman in her workshop, but the rumors had yet to be confirmed or denied by either of the professors. When the horrid affair of watching children shovel their faces with food was finally over, Sorrel clasped her hands together to gain the attention of the students. When it did not work, and her motion was not heard over the giggles and loud chattering of children, Sorrel pulled her wand out of her pocket, and with a muttered incantation, the tip of her wand extruded green sparks, that rose up, tall enough for the shortest student to see.

Clearing her throat, aware of the faint blush creeping up her cheeks, Sorrel coughed. "If you are attending the Herbology Workshop, it's time to go. Please follow me." With that, the professor turned on her heel, leaving behind the imprint of a pink skirt and the faint smell of roses in her wake. How sad that talking to students, even after a year of employment, still rattled the woman. At least she was coming out of her shell slightly more, day by day.

The students who expected to go straight to the forest would be sorely disappointed, as Sorrel lead the class down a recently erected path of flower petals and stones. It was clearly of Sorrel's onwn making, for nobody else at Hogwarts would ever create a path of flowers and stones. The hut the path led to could almost be seen, as one started walking the path, which had a small wooden sign at the front of it with the words "Path to Herbology Hut" written in a looping, cursive, handwriting.

One who had not ever learned cursive would have trouble reading the words, but  rumors would spread, and the students would learn of the path sooner or later. The hut was to be used as an informal place for Sorrel to spend her days, answering any questions students might of had, while staying close enough to the forest to work with the plants that dwelled in the shadowy forest.

The path stopped near a hill, which had bright green grass and random flowers growing around it. To the back of the hill, the trees of the forbidden forest could be spotted, foreboding and tall in the background, taking away from the cheer and brightness of the little hut, and the flower and stone path that led to it.

The hut looked more like a cabin, with large windows and wooden walls, topped off with a moss and stone roof. Curtains hung from some of the windows to provide privacy if it was ever needed from those inside. The front door was open already, light shining through the open door and windows to illuminate the inside of the hut, which had been made large enough to fit all the students that would be visiting the herbology workshop, or visiting the hut in the future.

Sorrel led the students through the open door, exposing the peaceful inside of the cabin. There was an area that looked like a living room, furnished with  wooden chairs, a glass table, a comfortable couch, and a multitude of plants and vines. The room looked out on the forest, so the mossy and dark foliage could easily be spotted and stared at by the inhabitants of the room.

Towards the other side of the cabin, there was a wooden door to the restroom, and a table for Sorrel to sit at if she ever did her work in there. There was also a backdoor, which opened into an area of the Forbidden Forest that had been claimed by Sorrel for her work. Already, small plants were growing in the dank soil, even without the sunlight to shine over them, as it was concealed by the huge trees and creepers of the forest.

By the door of the cabin, there was a mountain of weaved baskets. There seemed to be 15 of them, and two of the largest ones were set aside, placed on a stone table, while the rest resided on the floor. One of the largest baskets had a note and a chocolate bar from Hogsmade already sitting in it's weaved abyss, and the other had flowers weaved into it's sides.

As the students piled in, Sorrel allowed them to sit on the couches, chairs, or keep standing. Whichever they preferred, the furnishings where there for a reason. Once every students was comfortable, Sorrel held up the flower covered basket, and with her free hand, pointed at the rest of the baskets on the floor.

Setting the flower covered basket back down on the table, Sorrel offered a weak smile at the students. "Welcome to Herbology Workshop. This is the Herbology Hut, which we will be eating at, and which will be a basecamp of sorts for today. We will start gathering soon, but first, you must grab a basket. There are only 13, so you will be sharing with another student. If you are not one for sharing, you can leave." From another professor, those words might of sounded rude, but Sorrel's tone was matter of fact, proving she cared little for the monsters of children, but would not spend time chiding them.

"Your basket partner will be your partner for this exploration. I expect you to stay within my eyesight, or Professor Valtome's eyesight at all times. If you wander off on your own, you are at the mercy of the creatures of the forest. Is that understood? There will be no fooling around, only gathering the plants that Professor Valtome  and I say are okay to pick up."

"In a few more minutes, we will start to leave, only after Professor Valtome arrives. So please, find a basket partner, go to the bathroom, and make sure you are all ready." Content, Sorrel sat her basket down again, and let out a sigh of relief. This was going to be a long day.