Eden had been diligently tending to her mandrake as Bunz had requested of them. Her was coming along quite nicely. Eden had named her Hippolanta. It was a combination of Hippocrates, the Greek dude with the awesome medical reputation, and Atalanta, a Greek mythological character...that Eden had recently read about. Strong, independent WOMAN right there.

She didn't know why she had named the mandrake after them. There was no reason. In fact, the name sounded flippin' ridiculous when Eden said it aloud. It actually made her SNORT in laughter, too. Maybe that was why she named her that.

Hippomanta.

It sounded like an awesome crossbreed name, though.

Anyways, Eden had noticed she was...being so MOODY lately, and she wanted to make sure the dear was getting enough sun. She'd set the pot near the sun yesterday, but maybe..hmm. Maybe that was TOO MUCH sun.

The Ravenclaw grabbed the earmuffs and put them on, securely, before finding Hippomanta's pot and pulling it close to her. "Come on, H--" she patted the side of the pot affectionately. "Thassss' a good mandrake. You probably need some more water--" she pointed her wand at the pot and tried to do this....NONVERBALLY. Seventh year and all, she should probably start get crack-a-lacking on that, eh?

AGUAMENTI!.....AQUAMENTI. AQUAMENTI. Well FRICK. Eden huffed in annoyanced and waved her wand haphazardly, "AGUAMENTI!" and water streamed steadily out of her wand and...into the pot(for the MOST part). "There. Happy?" she asked. Hippomanta squirmed around in her post, and Eden could tell the mandrake was struggling to get out. "Trust me, you don't want to get out, okay?"

Time for sketching, though. Eden pulled out her notebook where she was doing the journal entries and hummed to herself as she draw the pot, and then the...leaves poking out through the dirt. She wished she could charm her picture to move, because boy, Hippolanta was moving around a LOT. And making a lot of awful noises, too. HMPH.

"Hey....LOOK--being out here blows sometimes, all right? Trust me, you're much better off in there, dear." She said in a frustrated way. "I'll make sure you're juuuuuust fine--" she patted the side of the pot again before finishing her sketch. She moved the pot to a less sunny patch, because the leaves were looking rather...dry? and stroked one of the leaves softly. "I'll sing you a song before I go, okay?"

The plant continued to move...hmm. HMM. Eden would try to sing the darling lullaby.

Ahem.

"Hush little mandrake don't say a wooooord-" Was she singing on CUE? "I'll make sure you have good fertilizer! And if that fertilizer doesn't do the trick, I'll make sure you have the nicest of twigs--and if those twigs are just too much, I'll make sure you've got a clean pot--" ahem, Eden was making this up as she went along? Wasn't it terrible? She swayed to her own song.

"And if your clean pot gets real dirty, I'll make sure--" and BIG FINISH--"I'LL LOOOOOOVE YOU FOREVEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!" Eden didn't think every song had to rhyme, how..conformist was that? And look at that! Hippolanta had stopped moving, and Eden knew it was her fabulous song and singing, clearly.

"I'll see you tomorrow!"

She had to jet. She had other homework. AND HIPPOLANTA WAS HAPPY.....maybe.