Now that everything else was done, Nora grabbed a stool and sat down next to her pot to tell a bedtime story. "Okay, how about The Wizard and the Hopping Pot?" She asked, taking Tales of Beedle the Bard out of her bag. Hoping that the silence was a 'yes', she started reading. "There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot." ... She had no idea how much time passed, but she finally came to an end. "Together, they set off back to the wizard’s house, the pot’s footstep muffled at last. But from that day forward, the wizard helped the villagers like his father before him, lest the pot cast off its slipper, and begin to hop once more."

Closing the book and putting it back in her bag, Nora returned the stool and walked back to Mr Deadly Fire Seed. "Sleep well." With a smile, she got out of the greenhouse and walked straight back to the common room.