Viktor was sitting in the greenhouses, working away at re-potting full grown mandrakes. He had to be careful though, since he was allergic to the smell of them. He was the only one he knew who was; it was a very strange, mysterious allergy.

Suddenly, he leaned back and,

"ACHOO!"

He sneezed, right into the face of a particularly ugly Mandrake. The Mandrake stopped crying, staring at him with a curious expression on its ugly, scrunched up face and cried a wailing cry. It was so loud Viktor heard it through his earmuffs, and he fell off his chair, unconscious.