Cutty entered the greenhouse with his wand tucked into his Herbology journal, using the precious aspen to mark a page in the rapidly filling volume. He had a brisk sort of walk which slowed until it eventually stopped directly in front of his recently repotted mandrake. The cloudy overcast day saw him first stick a hand out and hover it over the foliage of the mandrake. He took note of whatever that gesture meant. 4000 footcandles. A little less than the average amount he was trying to get for her.

This was where the wand came in handy. Cutty hit the potted plant with a levitating charm and carried her over toward another spot which was getting more sun at the time. He did the hand hovering gesture once more and with a more satisfied smile wrote down the newly adjusted footcandle measurement of light. She had grown some. His plant had and that was good, it was what he had been trying to do. In fact, he was trying to grown an exceptionally large plant. A veritable godzilla of teen angst and perpetual Leave me ALOONE! For the simple 'virtues' of chaos and entertainment.

He was applying a weakly weekly method of feeding as he didn't want to burn the roots of the plant and yet wanted her to get as much of the fertilizer blend as was possible for her to use in order to grow steadily bigger and bigger. He actually didn't know how possible it was or if it was just plant genetics or something else entirely. And when he tried to research the largest mandrake on record it wasn't in any of the Timley's Guide to the Wonderous Records of the Wizarding World he'd checked out. He figured he might as well be the first.

Cutty plucked the coloured self feeder from her soil and filled it with water before twisting it and digging it into the pot for the plant to get water as needed. He didn't want her to go completely dry and felt confident about her drainage. Afterall he'd done it himself. He then grabbed the measuring tape from his pocket and pinched the tip of her largest and quite resistant leaf and measured it down to the baseline. Yes. She had grown. It was all going according to plan.

The last thing Cutty did before leaving the greenhouses was drop a small ball into her soil. "Intonio Revelio." He said tapping the ball twice and filling the immediate area of the Greenhouse with the sounds of the Agromantula. He used the butt-end of his wand to bury the enchanted ball and watched as the foliage began to rock out. Yes. The beast was satiated it seemed.