Grinning broadly down at his notes...all that was left to do was water this bad boy.

Whipping out his wand, Dylan focused, concentrated....(all those adjectives), saying Aguamenti clearly in his mind. Once again, he was PROUD when water began spouting out from the wand tip without words. PROUD...and just like he always did, the Slytherin capped it off...deceasing the pressure with his thumb so as not to disrupt the plant too much.

Not that he'd say so out loud to the Herbology Professor...but he'd accidently broken stems before with too much water pressure. Dylan did NOT want to repeat that whole scene...Especially not in front of the pregnant lady...He knew about mood swings. His mother had been mild in comparison to the ones on TV sometimes...

Anyway...

After moisturizing the soil with water, he whispered "Finite."

What plant was coming next? The Slytherin had a feeling there would be another...