Drifblooms | Sixth years

The sixth year brunette made his way towards the greenhouses. Oliver had taken into consideration his lack of knowledge with Herbology and decided it would have been for the best for him to take the class. After all, the knowledge would only benefit him in the future and not hurt it. Seeing as he was the only student there, Oliver frowned and took a seat in one of the stools as he waited for someone to appear.

Doria ambled along the cobbled path that lead to the herbology greenhouses, taking her time as she never saw much point in rushing around. She ran a hand through her tangled curly hair thinking, "I really need to get it cut" it was dangling around the curve of her back.
The ravenclaw pushed open the door, breathing in the strange smell of plants and old water.
The brunette noticed a guy sitting on one of the stools near the large windows and she smiled joyfully before taking a seat next to him.
Doria held out her hand, "Im Doria, nice to meet you! though, Im sure Ive seen you round the ravenclaw table a'couple times"