After taking a clip or two (one in case he messed up) of vanilla, Cutty began his hunt for the sassafras, while he was in a warmer zone. Oddly and perhaps very much like an animal he expected that the plant would have a distinct smell to it and decided on using his olfactory senses. Not that he knew yet by heart what exactly sassafras should look like, or planned on reading every solitary label of each plant, thus he figured it a better strategy to try and sniff it out. The moisture levels in Greenhouse 4 made that a great deal easier as it amplified the sweet sent of the sassafras albidum, although it was hard to miss with his dark bark and large footprint-like leaves.

Cutty took out his wand and again applied the trimming charm to a visible piece of root. "Carpe Retractum!" He used the spell they'd learned in their second charms class to grasp and pull back the little pieces of bark from the floor, then quickly moved from the spot, hoping that if he'd just done damage to the tree it would not be immediately noticeable.

Onto the blueberries, which were easy enough to find owing to their familiarity. Cutty rushed over to the bushes and knelt down, placing his basket near him and began to pick furiously with his hands liking the way they felt. He wasn't sure how many of them it would take for his tea or even how small they could shrink once dried, but better to have more than you need in case of mistakes.

When he was satisfied with the amount in his basket that only left the barbed skullcap to find. Cutty was expecting something thorny and hat-like. Maybe like a foxglove or something, but smaller. He shut his eyes for a minute trying to envision it, trying to remember if he'd seen it in his book. After a moment, he went back over to his desk and took out his Herbology book flipping through it searching for skullcap. FOUND IT! Oh, it was small. And not quite thorny, though there were indeed little pointy parts of it sticking out on opposite ends of the small blossoms. Cutty ran off with his book and basket towards the lavender, feeling intuitively that he just might find it there. Did they have a similar soil preference, perhaps? He circumnavigated around the beds until he froze right in front of the plant which up close, Cutty thought resembled the books picture of bluebells. Not wasting another moment, the boy took his wand and applied the trimming charm to it, cutting a sprig of it and tossing it into his basket then headed back to his seat.