In a devious way, Panda hummed to herself, clomping through the wet grass along the outside of the herbology greenhouses. She could see her class in Greenhouse Two, learning about those satanic mandrakes. Gosh Panda hated them. So instead of going to class, Panda kept walking, through the rain, right past the greenhouse and toward an old cedar tree she had stumbled upon last year.
Panda held her arms up to the crying sky, the thunderous grey of the clouds, and the brisk air, giggling. She had loved rain with all her heart, reminding her of the times she had spent with her father on their g