While he might have been looking forward to this class more than the others, Seymour didn't think he wound up absorbing more than a few words of it. Hopefully, the first day didn't cover anything that would be too difficult to catch up on later.

But how was he supposed to focus on anything else, when Audrey was there, sitting just a few feet in front of him? He'd been so sure he wasn't going to know anyone, that he'd be all alone the way he was most of the time back home. The only reason he ever didn't feel alone was because, for reasons he still didn't quite understand, Audrey seemed to like spending time with him. And with how much he'd been dreading the need to have a whole part of his life that couldn't involve her, he was stunned with the relief of knowing that maybe it wasn't the case after all.

Though, he couldn't stop himself from feeling nervous as well. Audrey almost certainly hadn't expected to see him either. Would she be happy he was here? He probably didn't need to worry. She had smiled at him when she saw him. More than smiled, really. She'd looked as if she would have stood up and thrown her arms around him if the professor hadn't come in and called the class to order at that moment. He shouldn't be letting himself overthink things. Audrey was his friend, of course she wouldn't be upset he was here.

Though, now that he could only see the back of her head and not anything reassuring from the expression was on her face, the worried thoughts persisted. What if she had been looking forward to doing something without him? It was always difficult for him to believe anyone would really rather be with him than without him. And with how poorly all of his classes had been going so far, it wasn't as if he expected he could be any help with anything. If it didn't look like she wanted to spend more time with him after class, he'd have to make sure she knew it was okay not to drag herself down with him when she could certainly be doing a lot better. If anyone could find a bright future here, he was sure it would be Audrey.

In the last few minutes before the lesson was finished, he realized he should really stop letting his thoughts run in all sorts of troublesome directions, when he looked down to find his pencil overgrown with so many vines he could hardly see the original yellow color underneath.

Well, it wasn't as if he'd been taking any good notes anyway.

As soon as the bell rang, the harsh sound ringing from the rusted metal hanging above the door, Audrey rushed to get her things packed, and she had everything neatly tucked into her bag in what couldn't have been even a minute. Seymour decided with a heavy feeling in his stomach that she was clearly hoping to rush away. But he had hardly gotten everything on his desk clumsily stuffed into his own backpack and started to get to his feet, when Audrey's hand reached out to grasp his.

"C'mon, let's go talk outside!"

She eagerly tugged him forward, and Seymour followed silently behind as she guided him through the crowd of other students leaving the building for the day.

Once they'd found a relatively quiet spot by a wall outside, Audrey released his hand, and instead pulled him into a tight hug. Apparently, he'd been right in thinking it looked like she wanted to since the start of class.

"I'm just so glad to see you!" Audrey held him tightly just a few moments longer, then pulled away again so she could see him better, nearly bouncing on her feet. "I should'a guessed you'd be here. I always knew you were special."

Seymour didn't think his head had quite caught up with all of this yet, and it was proving difficult to find words to say. Thankfully, Audrey seemed to know him well enough to understand that him being quiet didn't mean he was unhappy about seeing her.

"I always hated having to hide this from you. I can't tell you how relieved I am that I don't have'ta anymore." She continued.

Seymour nodded in agreement, and finally managed to come up with something that hopefully was the right sort of thing to say in this kind of situation.

"So, um… I guess your power is something with plants, too?"

"Yeah, isn't it great? I bet we'll end up in a lot of the same classes, here!"

Well, he still wasn't too sure how long he'd manage to stay here. But he was definitely much more determined to last as long as could than he was before. He'd have to buckle down and work really hard, if being here meant he could be with Audrey.

"What exactly can you do?" He decided to ask. "If you don't mind telling me."

"Of course I don't! But…" She took a glance around, but gave up when she didn't see whatever she was looking for. "Well, it might be easia' to show you, but I'll have to wait until I can find a plant somewhere. I can't do it out of thin air."

"Can it be any kind of plant?"

"Yeah, just about anything usually works."

"Oh, then here…"

Seymour cupped his palms together, and a sprout shot a few inches into the air. He didn't think it was much to look at, scrawny and fragile, though at least with a pretty good amount of leaves. But Audrey's eyes shone, and she looked very impressed as she beamed at him.

After a deep breath, she held one of her hands above the small plant, her expression growing serious with concentration. Slowly, a few buds formed on the stem, and began to open a little at a time, each one a different color and a slightly different shape.

Seeing her look as self-conscious as he felt, Seymour was quick to assure her, "It's amazing."

He did mean it, too. They didn't look quite like anything he'd ever seen in the shop, or in one of his books. It almost looked like the little flowers Audrey had always liked to doodle come to life. Something unique and beautiful, just like her.

As captivated as he was by the sight, it took him a bit longer to look up long enough to see that she was staring at him. He quickly looked away again, feeling his face warm.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just wondering…" Her head tilted slightly, still looking at him curiously. "Are the glasses a disguise? Like a Clark Kent sort of thing?"

Seymour forced a smile, but self-consciously dropped his hands again, wiping a leaf or two that had gotten stuck off against his sweater. He knew very well there wasn't some more-impressive persona hidden underneath everything. It was just him.

"I wish, but I just have bad vision. I'd probably run into a wall if I tried to take them off for heroics."

Audrey, however, looked more relieved than disappointed.

"I'm glad. I think they suit you."