The frosty grass crunched under Lacy's feet as she headed down to the grounds. Opening the door to the Herbology classroom, she hug her cloak on a peg and brushed her hair behind an ear. Glancing up, she saw that Devil Snare was scrawled on the board.
She sat down somewhere in the middle of the sea of benches, a bit of. Smirk on her face. Should be interesting, at last.