Flowers are Grand || Aleta ||

Growing plants, especially flowers, was Raivis' favourite past time. Since he was a little boy, his mother and him had grown a vegetable and flower garden, and every year he helped her take care of it, and pick of what was ready to eat. When he found out Hogwarts did indeed have an Herbology class(and a rather good one at that!), he was enthralled. He was much more enthusiastic about changing schools than he initially had. Of course, Hogwarts didn't offer the same specialized Herbology class that focused more on flowers(and really dropped the more dangerous plants that Hogwarts' class included); Raivis didn't mind though. This class was just much broader than before, and even if some of the plants were frightening and made him want to cry the moment he looked at them, it was okay! He enjoyed the class nonetheless.

And so, Raivis was heading to the Greenhouses to look for his professor. He wanted to see if maybe...maybe there was some extracurricular activities he could sign up for- or just even help her with the plants after class, even! He wasn't an overachiever, no, but he just quite liked the subject matter of the class. So, trotting down towards the Greenhouses, he peeked inside the first and called out, "Professor Carriedo?" And took a half step inside. He hoped she was there...and he hoped she would let him do something extra.

As soon as he heard her voice, Raivis perked up and stepped all the way in, making sure he closed the door behind himself. He looked around and scuttled over to wear Aleta was, carefully maneuvering through the tables and stands of plants, not wanting to knock something off it's platform(really, that'd be a bad way to say he wanted to help!). He saw the professor and went over to wear she was, but stared down at his feet. Formality must come first, he reminded himself, with teachers!

"Good afternoon, Professor, u-um, how are you?" Raivis inquired, hands behind his back shyly. He loved the smell of the greenhouse, the fresh dirt and mixed aromas of all the kinds of plants(though, some weren't that pleasant, to be honest), even the humid air was nice. The only thing he could complain about were the certain plants that caused...well, bodily harm. He tried to steer clear of them, unless it was required by class, or the professor asked him to tend to one. "Oh, um, are you busy right now..?" he asked when he saw the note in her hand, and then felt a small bit of dread fall over him. What if he'd interrupted her? Oh, what if it was something important? Raivis started regretting his choice to come to the greenhouse, he really should have scheduled something!