“I have brought thee, a gift for thy…er…royal…plantness.” Ethan standing away from the Fanged Geranium he chose, greeted it with a dramatic bow. It would have been better if he brought with him the lute he found in their common room and serenaded the plant.

“A delicious piece of offal, as an act of goodwill from…from…my specie.” He said as he gestured to his classmates. “Without further ado…Wingardium…Leviosa!” With a dramatic swish and flick of his wand, the piece of meat levitated from his hand and towards the plant.

CHOMP.

“Well, that’s kinda rude isn’t it?” Ethan placed his hands on his hips as he eyed the Fanged Geranium. “Oh yeah, you’re just a plant…” The Slytherin waved off the plant, turned around and went to feed another.