Hearing professor Bentley giving more instructions, Louisa paused from staring proudly at her success and listened. Okay, so they could go now. Good. The girl brought out her parchment and quill, wrote her name, house, and year and placed it in the pot, over the soil. She then grabbed the lovely operation in her hands and went over to where Bentley had ushered for them to place their newly planted seeds.

Back to her place, the fifteen years old took off her goggles and gloves. She put them back in her bag and tucked her wand out. Using scourgify on the table and shovel, she returned the latter to the tools pile and mounted her bag. "Have a nice day, professor Bentley," she bid her goodbyes and off she went toward the Great Hall where delish food was waiting.