 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“Thank you, professor,’’ Claudine said happily. Flamsteed received a beam and then a nod. Manually… the sixth year wasn’t afraid to do so but was worried about how long the little plants would take to be defanged. Surely they wouldn’t go down without putting up a fight. She watched Flamsteed intently as the woman demonstrated. It all looked simple enough.
The Snakette carefully took one of the leaves and began to unfurl it. Using her gloved hand, she began to pluck out the fang. The process was repeated until there was a tiny pile of fangs on her workstation. And don’t worry, no flowers were picked.
Standing back a bit, Claudine eyed the little plant. It seemed that she had gotten all the fangs. The pot was grabbed and she took off, following Flamsteed. Defanging rogue plants? Um... |