Then she spotted a pretty plant.. in her favourite colour.. it had to be Rehmannia. Sarah confirmed that using her textbook. BY now her olive was finished and all she had left was the pip, and not wanting to mess up the greenhouse and having no other place to discard it, Sarah simply swallowed it. Now the Rehmannia. What could that represent? Oh, memories. Her family had unforgettable memories so they had to remember them. Sarah made her way over to the Rehmannia plant and bent down next to it and began to make her way around the area with surgical precision, with only the least bit of soil excavated, until she got to the root system. She used her wand to get a bit of the root before closing off the soil again. She hoped that she had not killed the plant. She added the root to her basket.... what else.
She eyed her collection in the basket. "
professor" she said,
"I have a very diverse and arge collection, I don't know how they will blend. My pickings are rather sentimental"