Nora still wasn't convinced that the professor didn't need any help with writing, but she nodded anyway. She'd been hoping he'd say yes. Writing was something she was way more comfortable doing than performing magic or handling actual plants. The fact remained that this was still volunteer work, and maybe she could just slip on out without anybody noticing. She decided against it, though. There really wasn't a graceful way to do that without looking really, really bad.

She blinked and flinched just a little as the professor raised his bandaged arm. What would help her the most was him revealing which one of these plants did that to him, so she could steer far away from those. She hung on to the remainder of the directions before deciding that the best course of action would be to tag along behind one of the older students. Until she figured out which one that would be, though, she found herself drifting toward the general direction of the plants. There was always Atlas, whose smile she returned, but he had already wandered off with someone else.

Seeing as she didn't consider herself great at magic at all (and that was being polite about things), Nora was happy to hear the professor stressing that they should not use magic. She didn't even know any basic Herbology spells anyway. She stopped in front of a random plant and tried to recall all the warnings the professor had given them--be gentle, no shouting, no singing, no removing the muslin covers, etc., etc., etc. What kind of plant was this anyway?