Wrapping his hands tight round his mug, Spike had issued a small gasp when he saw the norandola. He'd never seen one in the moonlight before, and felt lucky that he and his classmates could see it now. They were an unusual sight, but certainly one to behold on a full moon. He sipped the hot chocolate, glad for it's warmth, and listened to Professor Bentley spoke.

"I don't know if it's unique," Spike said after a while, drawing his gaze from the norandola, "But they take on attributes according to the person who planted them, including gender. And it's more significant than just how it reacts to them, or the conditions they like best...but how they look - the colour, shape and form." He knew plants that would do certain things for their planters, say like his chiming bluebells, but not that physically changed so dramatically. Looking at these norandola, he wondered if Professor Bentley had planted them. From what he could see, it looked like it was mimicking a self-fertilising bush...and he knew how Prof Bentley liked flesh eating plants.