So he was trapped. But that was fine—really, it wasn't the worst thing in the world, because being trapped meant he didn't have to spend time worrying about the what ifs or the morality of his actions. He needed his ingredient, and there was nothing that would indicate that the herbologist would even notice if something was missing. How could he, with so many samples?

So he got to work. Fortunately having a Herbology NEWT meant being savvy enough with plans to be able to figure out the sections that he knew he could avoid. He wandered the observatory for time, but quickly discovered that he was walking in circles. Or triangles? Maybe he'd just walked back the way he came. He couldn't know for sure. He began looking for any familiar plants that he'd glanced over before, taking note of each pot's color and size as he passed by. Finally he recognized the fanged geranium and paused.

Then, a voice.

His eyes snapped up, and he immediately recognized the man—not as the herbologist, but as Greengrass' brother. He wasn't friendly with Fortitude Greengrass, but he knew of him; he'd been a few years ahead of him, only in Hufflepuff instead of Gryffindor, and he knew he was the acting head of the Greengrass household now that their parent were dead. But none of that was important. Not really. He was more worried that he would go running off to tell Noble what he'd seen, and that could be the slippery slope that led to many, many issues.

So naturally, he did the one thing he could think of: he raised his wand wordlessly, pointed it towards Greengrass, and shot off a spell that flew by the man and locked the doors shut behind him.

Now, they were both trapped.

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