Sooooo....Dylan was just going to use this awesome fertilizer and all all the lovely plants GROW big and strong. He'd also seen some patches of dirt that were unoccupied. Well, he'd take care of that in a few moments...Yes. The Slytherin was on a mission to beautify this stretch of...plant life.

Scooping some of the fertilizer out with his fingers, he started manually mixing it in with the base soil around the plants, taking extra care and precaution to not break roots...again. Eh, he was nervous about doing that...There had been a time when he'd tried helping his mother in her garden and had accidently ripped roots. The scolding he'd gotten afterwards would never be forgotten. Perhaps that was helping him here, too. That...and Dylan didn't want to let Professor Bentley down...or Professor Flamsteed. He respected them both a great deal.

It took nearly the whole jar, but after he was done, the already planted stuff was good and treated. All they'd need was some water...and he might sing to them, too. Wouldn't that help? He'd sang to his star...and Professor Flamsteed had praised the use of his music. It was something to consider, anyway. It was showing love, after all.

Removing his gloves for a moment, the Captain started unbuttoning the cuffs of his uniform shirt, rolling up the sleeves. His wand, that stayed stashed there, feel out onto his lap...which was okay...because he was about to use it anyway. IT ALL SERVED A PURPOSE.

Gloves back on, he muttered "Aguamenti!" POINT. To keep from giving the plants full pressure and upsetting the soil too much, Dylan capped the tip of his wand with a finger...causing the water jet to turn into droplets.

SPRINKLE. SPRINKLE.

Also...

"It's a SWISH."...You know, just in case they didn't know.