Weyland says goodbye to Dantallion and Monroe, takes his books and his notes, and heads out.  He walks briskly, chatting idly with Max.<br/><br/>"Well, first we should go to the greenhouses and gardens.  I need a few Hamatula Berries, some Guldenroot, Maharaja's Rose....  You made the list, why am I telling you?  Are you good with Herbology?  I studied it in Hogwarts, but it didn't fit into my schedule here at Nacodsaed, and I've been out of school for a few years, so, I'm pretty rusty."<br/><br/>They walk down long, dark hallways, lit by candelabras, grim flames dancing about the corridors, casting creepy shadows about the frescoes and paintings and statues and the big, old doors.<br/><br/>"There aren't really any rules about roaming the castle at night.  Just don't cause any trouble, be respectful of the property.  Okay, here's the gardens."  They turn into a hallway lined with huge window panes on one side, which show a view of the majestic garden, the plants look like monsters in the moonlight, which pours into the expansive open air ground.  "You can walk through the gardens all the way to the outer walls, and out of the castle from there.  We're in the East wing.  The greenhouses are across the way."<br/><br/>He grabs the handle to the door.  It's locked.  "Damnit.  I hate when they lock stuff.  Everyone finds a way in anyway, it just makes you feel shady."  He laughs.  "I'm a professor, don't worry, I'm allowed to gather some components.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Pretty sure...</span>" he mumbles.<br/><br/>He pulls out his wand, a simple, quality device of smooth mahogany.  "Ready?"  He grins wickedly at Max, teeth and eyes glinting in the moonlight.