Ethan walked into the greenhouse with his water-filled jar in hand. It contained the lavender cutting he cultivated a few weeks before and, after the vigilant care the boy gave to the cutting as it sat on the windowsill of his dorm, the cutting had now sprouted the beginnings of its own roots. And now it was time to transplant it into its own pot of soil.

The fifth year set the jar down on one of the tables and made his way over to the supply closet. He pulled out a smallish pot, a hand shovel, and some soil. Ethan placed a small amount of soil into the bottom of the pot and gently placed the lavender cutting into the pot, shoveling a little more soil around the little plant. Once finished, he pulled out his wand and gave the plant just a bit of water. Over-watering at this point was not a good idea and, as he had come this far with his work, he did not want to upset the baby plant's delicate balance. He took a step back and grinned at his work, quite pleased with the progress of the little lavender. He was sure she would love it... And as soon as it was strong enough, he could send it. Maybe in another week or so.