His daily sweep of the Greenhouses had come. It was a few days into term, and the coming of the students usually...affected the plants. Some ways good, some ways bad. But overall, the more care they received the better off they were.

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WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME. Greenhouse One, his flutterbies were wilting..almost completely dead. And all of his mundane flowers had all but dried up...they were...still salvageable but...it made him very sad. What had gone on in this greenhouse? Paul spent a few hours repotting some, giving them water, not noticing anything amiss. His Honking Daffodils were howling up a storm, their buds all but shrunk. Not DYING shrunk...literally, shrunk, as if MAGIC had plagued them....

And then it happened in Green Two. His chomping cabbage was...sickly, not able to CHOMP. Browning and yellowing...and...more mundane plants were close to death. His Bubotubers were LEAKING, killing and affecting the plants around them. It was then that he decided to check Greenhouse Three, and what he saw in there...MORE destruction. More plants dying. More wilting. His screechsnaps had INCREASED in size greatly but their sounds were off, like they had colds--

"Oh my poor things--" Paul said softly, blinking away his emotions. "Okay okay--it's okay--" the screechsnaps were struggling to get out of their TOO SMALL pots. They were not too small..a few days before???? He knew...someone had sabotaged his Greenhouses. Why ELSE would all of them have sickly plants? He raced to Greenhouse Four...and while things seemed normal in here, he noticed the Venomous Tentacula curling its vines away from his entrance. WHO had been in here? Paul could feel it.

HE COULD BLOODY FEEL IT.

He had to repot so many things. He had to CARE for so many things. His heart...Paul spend the day doing his BEST to fix what he could...to revive what he good. He had lost an entire species of plant, thought. The Flutterbies. Gone. All of them.

His wand shaking from the tremble of his VERY angry hands, Paul set up defenses around each greenhouse. As soon as someone stepped foot in there, he'd hear a ringing in his office and he would be here in a flash...

He needed and WANTED to catch this culprit. As for the flutterbies...their corpses lay in a huge tin to the side of the greenhouse. He would use them for compost. A few of the Bubotubers had lost their lives as well, but at least not ALL of them.

Oh, woe be to the person who did this to Paul Myers' plants. They would regret it.