Patrick had sat quietly as they walked through the breathing exercises. He followed along with his classmates, but he didn’t really need any instruction on this because he often did this ath one with his grandmother, when she wanted to do yoga. Smiling when he heard they were moving on he felt great.

Directing his attention back to Professor Meyers he heard what he was saying about the essential oils. His mama’s friends at school were all raging about this before they moved across the pond. He watched animatedly as he demonstrated the spell and extracting something from the plant. Sounded easy enough.

After walking along the wall of plants he found the Sandlewood plant and decided that would be the one for him. Walking back over to the desk he quickly set it down and grabbed his wand. Nah-TAH-trah-hoh he mumbled under his breath putting the emphasis on the tah like he was told to. Now he just needed to pretend he was fly fishing for the extraction. Deep breath in,[b] “NATA-”[b] He flicked his wand forward. “traho” he said while flicking his wand back toward him. Watching a little strand try to wiggle out, but it did nothing. He decided one more try would be best.

“Natatraho” he stated with confidence watching the strand flow out of the plant as if it were attached with his wand. He smiled feeling like he actually may have done something right.

natatraho.’ That is NAH-TAH-TRAH-HOH. Emphasis goes on the TAH