After she had finished the wings of her winged horse, Beverly moved to finish the rest of her creature. The most difficult parts were done with, so it left little to do.

The third year was sat on her stool under the winged horse, trimming away the last of stray foliage. Oddly enough, she was at peace while shaping the topiary. Sure she was exhausted and ready to nap, but...she really liked this. Maybe she'd consider Herbology more seriously.

When professor Bentley's voice reached her ears, Beverly glanced all around until her eyes landed on her. Oh. Hi. There you are. Finishing up a few touches, she hobbled out from under her winged horse.

Fertilizing, she says. All righty! Lets get that done. She didn't start this to not see it fully animated.

Walking to and from the shed, the Slytherin girl came back with dragon dung fertilizer and a spray bottle - which was luckily marked - and filled it with water.

"Aguamenti," she cast.

Magic acting up again, water shot out in the slowest stream of Aguamenti history. While she waited for the 800ml of water, she poked at the dung. Ugh. Smelly thing was smelly. But it'd do good to her beautiful winged horse. Double ugh. She'd done a great job even in old age. :3

Once the dung was in the water, she swished the bottle around. Mix already so she could spray her horse. Whaa!