Zhenya had finished watering her Mandrake, when Headmistress Truebridge removed her earmuffs. Zhenya followed suit, knowing it was all safe to hear again, and waited for her to speak. Wait... that was the end? Oh... Zhenya wanted to do MORE. Zhenya removed her gloves and stepped back from the workbench to hear what Truebridge was going to be saying.

And then she did it. She showed them a dead Mandrake. Oh... Zhenya took a deep breath in and exhaled. Although Zhenya was very pleased to hear that the mandrakes would be a term long activity, and they would see them again next lesson for the harvesting. That was good news. Zhenya was determined she would not let her mandrake shrivel up and die.

Zhenya took a marker and wrote her name neatly on her pot; Zhenya Burton, and recapped it, putting it back for others to use. There, her mandrake was potted and they were free to go. Zhenya just had a quick question first.

"Headmistress, is there any use for the dead mandrakes? Any at all?" she asked. She'd hate to think the dead mandrakes were good for absolutely nothing.