So Kate had concluded one thing for sure: the Headmistress was REALLY nice. Kate couldn't imagine the woman being too hard or too cruel to anyone. She felt herself becoming less and less nervous and more focused on the lesson itself. Kate dipped her quill in ink and copied down the last of the notes before turning back to the Headmistress. Or was she considered a professor while in this class? Or both? Hmm.

Kate gave a light gasp when the sheet was suddenly thrown off one of the carts. Was that MANDRAKES? She shuffled around until her hamburger-shaped earmuffs were firmly on her ears. Ohh. No, not mandrakes. Something else. Well, her earmuffs were on just in case anyway, and it was a good thing because the Headmistress promptly began her own demonstration of the repotting process.

Kate then followed suit.

She got a firm grasp on the mandrake at the bottom of its leaves and pulled it straight up out the general pot. She moved it quickly into its new pot, laughing just a little as it held on to the sides the same way the Headmistress' mandrake had. Kate finally got the Mandrake situated the way she needed to then tossed some dirt on top until all the necessary parts were covered.