After the watering her seed, the Slytherin stared at the pot for a bit. Granted, Herbology wasn't her strongest suit, but she had this. Plus, the spell they were performing was a charm and that fell under this Wayne's specialty areas. There was no reason to doubt. Pfft.

Let get this done. Hiiissss!

Taking in a deep breath to clear away her mind, Beverly ended up turning away from her pot and coughing. What. The. Hell. Was. That. She wasn't ill. BAH! It was this BLASTED cold. And it down right angered her because she couldn't control it. No one could control the weather. Rude gestures to you, Weather.

Deciding to NOT take calming breaths, Beverly focused on the matter at hand. Growth Charm. Boom. Plant. Okay, okay, here goes.

With a point and flick in the direction of the planted seed, she cast: "Herbivicus!"

Asldjfkjl! It was happening. With an alert gaze, Beverly watched as the Enchanted Elm grew and grew and grew. Yes! It worked. She did it! Pffft. She knew she would. She had a new precious.

And...she had to hug it. Erm...okay? Awkwardly, Beverly wrapped her arms around it and gave it a little pat. The sort she gave when Silver cried on her shoulder because of ruined shoes. It was awkward. Pulling away, it was evident in her face that was proud of her work, though.