The term was winding down, exams in full swing and Mason felt as frazzled as the students. Some were quiet and contemplative over their results, the younger students were abuzz with approaching summer days and he felt like he had a to-do list a mile long. He needed to get things prepped for the greenhouses over the summer, as he wouldn't be in as much, thanks to Gus' grand travel plans and he wanted to make sure nothing got too out of sorts while he was away.

Not to mention he'd be moving residence upon return to school in September. Darrow's retirement came as no surprise, the man had been here for decades, but Mason had not been prepared for the offer to take on the Hufflepuff Head of House position. He supposed it made sense, being a Hufflepuff, a former prefect and with a tenure of almost a decade himself, but still, he felt like Franky First Year again.

As he made his way back to the greenhouses, he spotted Copper out reforging the path between the pitch and the greenhouses. Truthfully not many people went about it that way, except perhaps Miss Potts and Miss Bixby, but it was useful to have a clear path.

Approaching with a smile, Mason waited a beat for Natty to take a break. "I could train them to grow the other way, if that would be more helpful?" Some well-placed stakes and a charm or two and maybe everything would learn to head way from the paths.