Cutty saw the Headmistresses perfectly painted mouth moving and he glanced around to assure that everyone was done pulling before yanking off his hamburger earmuffs. The last and final cart was pulled around and he saw the two different mandrakes. Seeing that one bore a resemblance to the ones they'd planted there that day and the other not so much, he deduced that one might be an example of what not to do. He shook his head at the grey and shriveled mandrake that appeared not to be sleeping so much as being dead. What a waste.

Never one to pass up the opportunity to do something with magic when a mundane option reared it's head, Cutty removed his gloves and took up his wand to inscribed his name upon one of the labels. Once finished, he fastened the labels onto his recently potted plant that he'd be raising. He was going to teach it all sorts of wicked things that young mandrakes should know. Yay for corrupt fatherhood???

With his wand conveniently in his hand, Cutty began to clean up after himself, sterilizing the afore used pot and surfaces he'd recently used in the repotting process.