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He was flicking things at her, things she would overlook for the sake of the question he was asking. The function of a cat in a greenhouse? "I dunno. I've never had one in here before." Was this like a trick question that she'd have to answer? Was his Ravenclaw brain working in overdrive again? That wouldn't be any good for her. He'd start talking in advanced Ravenclaw logic then merlin knows she'd understand little to nothing.
Felix not putting up a fight in her hands told her that he was just about ready to settle in. About time. Lex wasn't prepared to spend her afternoon chasing him around tables of plants and the like. Not today thanks.
And there went Mo asking even mooore weird questions. The fourth year tilted her head and gave him a curious look. It was hard to tell if he was being serious or simply asking questions to pass the time. She would go with the first one...just in case. "I suspect they'll like any attention you give them. Most times they just sit in here in a lonely silence waiting for something to happen."
Mo's singing, no matter how terrible, would probably be the highlight of their day. "You could give it a shot. If they suddenly wither and die, we'll assume it's a bad idea." Nodnodnod.
Lex was a stoic little thing (not so little thing anymore?) and didn't flinch at all about earthworms and flinging dirt, so Mo just grinned cheerfully and turned his attention back to the plants that he had temporarily adopted. He shoved the pile of weeds in her direction, hoping she could take the to the compost for him. That was what friends did, right?
"You have one in here now, though. Or a kneazle, at least, in case you didn't notice," Mo nodded at the feline in her hands. What was he doing here, Lex? Didn't she understand the question? Smart girl like that... she totally did.
Mo stood and brushed the dirt from his gloves, considering the problem of showing love to plants when one wasn't a singer. "I'm not willing to take it out on them, just because I have a rubbish voice. Truly rubbish, and not just me pretending to be humble.
Aguamenti." Mo pointed his wand at the base of his bushes, watering each of them until the dirt was well-moistened. These pots had good drainage, so he wasn't as worried about over-watering.