Whistling. Yes, he'd been whistling all the way to the Greenhouses and once he stepped inside...he felt just like he did when they had that DADA lesson. Zero light. Spooky.
Yet he knew that the Fire Seed Bush needed that. And...looking closer...it had sprouted.
Blink. Hey, good for the bush! It was alive! Or so he thought. Yet it wasn't dark enough, was it? How did he knew? Because unlike DADA, he could still find his way around. Now...this was going to feel extremely ridiculous...,
"Um, so, Miss Ivy...," he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes for the sake of the live bush over there,
"...I was...wondering...if perhaps you could, please, make this place cozier for this bush over here?" and he was pointing at the bush, as if he was talking to a real person. YES, BENTLEY, plants have feelings too, we got it.
"Granted, I know it'll make you feel warmer if you do...," as he said, he touched the ivy...which instantly moved around and...yeah, now he'll have issues finding his way out thanks to the darkness...AND SOMETHING WAS TOUCHING HIS HAIR! AH!
That didn't last long, for he stepped away rather quickly...and glanced at the bush nervously. The ivy wasn't going to kill the bush, was it?
"Thanks Miss Ivy," for being so kind and releasing his hair,
"I'll see you soon...you too, little bush." Why, Bentley would be proud of him, wouldn't she?
He left, after making sure the space met the requirements for the bush to keep on growing.