Milton continued to cover his root in ashes. He turned it every which way and gently pressed ashes wherever there was an empty looking spot. After everything seemed to be covered, Milton shrugged. Looked good to him. He also made a mental note that he would not being pursuing a career in Herbology. It was far to boring, in his opinion.

He put his ash-covered root back on the table. So. Was it done now? Or did they still have more stuff to do? Milton yawned and looked around. Was it nap time yet?