Sitting quietly as the instructions were posted on the board, the Slytherin stared at the words, though reading them were a different story entirely. Yet the words 'mooncalf dung' reached her ears, and Evelyn silently blew out an annoyed breath and hung her head back. The stuff was disgusting.

Before she knew it though, the tanks that held the horrid stuff materialized behind her. EW! Gosh darnit. Not only did she had to touch the stuff, but now it was NEAR her stuff. She didn't want any of it getting on her, her desk, or her belongings. Lifting her head back to the looking forward, she glanced down to the parchment that appeared on her desk. Meh.

Grabbing her dragonhide gloves, she tugged them on and stood up, walking to where the stubby purple coral was. Ehhh, yooouuu. You and your purpleness. Pffft. Hmmm, yea that looked to be twenty centimeters. That's what it said on the board right?

Using the severing charm, she quickly cut the coral and glanced to the board once again. Clay time? Yush.