His eyes widened when he was met with a spectrum of colors other than withered yellow and gray. All of his plants had remained alive. And thriving. Someone had taken care of them while he was away. He turned to Ginny, who shook her head, brows equally raised in surprise. He walked—hobbled, more like—across the rows of lush leaves, springy stems and high branches. Not one of these plants were for a beginner. Whoever was in here certainly knew what they were doing.