With a rather longish, largish, rectangular clay pot tucked under one arm, and a rather awkward looking netting structures floating beside him, Vickers descended towards the student garden and made his way to the mound of lose soil. He lay the items on the ground, laying the stiff netted structures a little ways away to make sure he doesn’t accidentally crush them as he worked with the pot.

Within the clay pot he took out the water bowl with the flowering seed he had set to soaking the day before, dipping his fingers in and picking up the moist seed. It felt nice and ready for planting.

Setting the seed bowl aside for a moment he took the trowel and started scooping the soil into the pot evenly, stopping a few inches from the brim. He reached out for the stiff netting and carefully dug the wooden ends into the soil, digging and pressing the soil around it to make sure it stays standing when he moves the pot out later.

He then took hold of the bowl and picking the seeds out, pushing each one into the soil just beside the netted structure then covering them up quickly with dirt. Taking hold of his wand again he quietly uttered the water charm and sprinkled the soil with the newly planted seeds with water.

He stood and picked up his project, setting it at a corner of the garden where he would hope would lay undisturbed while the flowering plant took its time to grow. His grandmother did say it was a variety that would grow quickly enough for what he needs, so hopefully it shouldn’t take too long.