chamomile
frond-shaped
Avril only smiled and have her eyes a roll at the teachers answer. "Obviously, but what kind? Some of this students have magic, some are only abilities." Avril said, gesturing a fragile white hand to the class, "Ah, I almost forgot. I'm Death's Daughter, Avril." she said, giving a friendly nod at the students, offering her hand at the man (I'm confused. What's this guy's name?)