 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Flesh eaters were a lot more easygoing than people. Or, more specifically, little kids. Unless this particular plant was just hungry. Still, the way it was chomping on the dead meat made the boy smirk. The future was faaaaaaaaaar away but he knew that he had to get himself one of these bad boys. He'd have to ask Bentley about these things. Uh huh. Not now, obviously.
Ten minutes left? Holy Merlin, he needed to hurry up!
Once the plant had eaten up the last of the meat, Grayson moved away to get some dung for it. The ten minutes warning rang in his brain so the boy couldn't take as long as he wanted to try and get the dung. Shame. He was going to have to sacrifice the opportunity to spy on carefully observe the other students. Shame indeed. All for a flesh-eating plant.
Scooping up some dung, the fourteen year old moved back towards the flesh-eating plant he had been working on before. He'd remembered what that Penelope girl had done way back during their lesson. Small sprinkles and whatnot. See? Observing people worked out VERY well in your favour about 98% of the time. Small amounts of dung were taken and then sprinkled on the base of the plant. He tried to make it as even as possible because the plant needed pleeeeeeeenty of this stuff if it was going to grow up to be big and dangerous.
Sprinkleeeeeeee....... sprinkleee......... sprinkleeeeeee.......
Done. Next. What was NEXT?
"Aguamenti!" he said softly. A small trickle of water shot out of his wand and he started watering the base of the plant, particularly over the dung he had sprinkled before. Dead simple, this was.
See? He totally cared. About flesh-eating plants, nonetheless.
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