Soil was... a bad thing for these plants.

Okay, right... well that made no sense whatsoever, but then again there wasn't much at this school that really made that much sense to his muggle-raised self, so Tobias was just going to roll with it.

He pulled on his gloves and eyed a small Tobias-sized gap at the workbenches between some older students and so he quickly made a beeline for it and reached up for the roots. He hesitated slightly. They could use tergeo, but Tobias wasn't confident enough with the spell so it was probably better to just do things the muggle way, 'cause he didn't want to be a plant murderer or anything.

So instead he brushed at the parts of the roots he could reach very carefully with the fingertips of the gloves and tried to beware of falling soil.

Brush, brush.