It seemed as though Miss Potts was on her way now and so Mason, after she thanked him, moved around the table to spread out the gloves the second years would need for their lesson later that afternoon. Normally their dragonhide gloves would be fine, but he tended to assume students would either forget or may want the kind he had with the extra insulation.

"Bixby if that geranium gets you, I will not plead your case to the matron." He huffed out with a laugh as he watched the Gryffindor almost get bitten by her fanged plant. It wouldn't be too bad, but as Bixby was wont to do, she wasn't paying too much attention to what she was doing. Luckily, as he was pretty sure she worked hard in most of her other classes, thanks to the elder Miss Potts' assistance, she didn't seem to do poorly in his class at least.

He cast an eye back on the young Ravenclaw and her shrivelfig, but she seemed to be doing alright now, paying close attention to her notes. He didn't want to disrupt her, so continued to putter about setting up his lesson.