Norah approached one of the smaller, less likely to decapitate her plants and removed her wand from her robes. The older students around her were using some spell she hadn't learned yet to send a stream of water into the soil. She observed another students movements shrewdly, memorizing the particularities, before turning to the fanged geranium of her interest. Hmm. She pointed her wand at the soil and said "Aguamenti," screwing up her eyes and thinking of every watery thing she could come up with. She opened her eyes to see a somewhat lame stream of water falling from her wand into the plant's soil. Oh hey! She had done it...ish. She moved away from the plant to commence her celebration at her success, 'cause why ruin a perfectly good I'm Not a Failure moment with a bite from a flower?