It wasn't what normal people would call a good day for gardening. It was gloomy, gray, and generally depressing. However, Calintha was FAR from a normal person, and to her, every spare moment she had was a good one for gardening. It took a little extra care now too, because it was getting cold and most of her plants were highly susceptible to temperature. Which was why she kept her greenhouse at a balmy 60-70 degree's year round.
Currently she was trudging through the halls with a huge box of gardening supplies, including sheers, gloves, plastic bags (for plant wrapping), and a few various species of plants that had lived in her room long enough to be stable for a move to the greenhouse.
Calintha wound through the halls of the dorms rather haphazardly, due to the sheer size of the box she was carrying. It was rather difficult to see around, and she was basically just trusting other students to move out of her way. After all, who wouldnt see a giant moving box? It was hard to miss.