Sierra shrugged nonchalantly. "My father knows him well. They work in the same office," she said. It occurred to her she'd never told anyone exactly who her father was, though there weren't many Greingoth's around, were there? "He's the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. My father, I mean." Then of course Lola had to know Borr was the Minister of Magic. As she talked, she knelt down and pulled a shovel from the bag of supplies. She jammed it toward the ground, expected it to pierce right through, but no. Instead, she nearly broke her hand.

"Ouch," she said, throwing the shovel a good ten feet. It whizzed past Lola's head. "Stupid shovel." She mumbled a little under her breath then accio'ed the shovel back to her. This time, she placed the shovel on the ground, tip first, and pushed hard until she'd brought the surface. Annoyed look on her face, she continued digging, trying to get a hold large enough to put the seedling inside.