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This what Salem was here for, it was what he had come to school to learn. He eagerly finished getting ready in his dorm, choosing to wear a loose linen first green shirt, some brown pants, and an off-white canvas apron with leather straps. Salem was no stranger to work inside of a greenhouse and knew just how messy it could be, or so he thought. He readied himself before a mirror, getting psyched up as much as he could be to be learning some more plant magic. He didn't know exactly what to expect, or how much more advanced these classes would be, but he was ready to find out. His eyes glanced at an orchid that was set on the back right edge of his sink, its pale white petals allowing for the vibrant pink to shine through their center. He focused his magic and imagined the trail the plant would follow, wrapping itself around the stick placed in and growing. A thin strand of green magic formed its way from the plant down a small length of it no longer than an inch, and the plant began to grow and follow its trail. 

Pleased with his progress, Salem decided it was time to head out. Placing his dirty dishes into the sink for later as Victor began to speak to him of changed schedules due to the winters shorter days. He nodded along, rinsing the cup and the teapot so that no stains would be left behind, tossing the leaves into a composte bin as Victor continued on. The last he heard was something about having codewords and then the front door closed leaving Salem in silence. He let out a sigh as he stared into the pot with water in it and a single swirling leaf. He was more than glad that Victor was finally learning to use technology. If he hadn't needed to Google one more thing for the vampire it would be too soon. Granted there were worse things he could have him doing. Salem dried off his hands with the towel that hung below the sink, pulling his hair back and up into a messy bun before sliding the tie off his wrist and holding it in place. 

He made his way towards greenhouse 4, unfamiliar with the setup there as his previous trainings were at 2. Salem could see the chaos happening within the building, magic appeared to be going haywire in there, though he wasn't sure what else he expected when you get a bunch of novice mages into one room with throny plants and poison. He only hoped for their sake it wasn't as dangerous as it sounded...or looked. He filed in, taking a stand at a nearby table as he awaited the others. The professor seemed to make a grand entrance if by grand you mean narrowly dodging a flying thorn. It lodged itself safely into a wooden shelf as Salem followed it with his eyes and filing it away for later ideas in combat. The professor was a mess, but what more could he expect of someone who toiled with dirt for a living? Salems phone vibrated and he saw he had 2 new messages, one from Lilie and another from Max. How did he miss Lilies earlier?

Whatever the case, she was less likely to answer now that classes were almost in session. Probably too busy trying to contain herself to her seat with her overexcitement bouncing her up and down. It was an adorable thought, and even better mental image. He pushed it aside as the image Max had sent loaded up. Salem had to cover up his chuckle with a cough as he saw the message and vibrant image. [Color=82ca9d]> Whats he supposed to be? The lion that gets tamed[/color] Salem was about to send the message when his finger paused over the screen and he deleted his response. His mother wouldn't be proud of such a statement, instead he choose to send another. [Color=82ca9d]>Let's just be glad Varis was never that cruel.[/color] It probably wasn't what Max was looking for, and Salem was still trying to wrap his head around the idea that Max messaged [i]him[/i] but he didn't put too much stock into it yet. Clicking his phone off as the other students began to file in.