Cale chuckled at how giddy the professor seemed today--totally opposite of how she had been acting that day in the library. Sighhhhh. Watching her every move with interest, he looked up at the board as she placed the instructions on there. Now was his chance to show her how much she was teaching him! He was learning more in these two lessons than he had in his last two years at school, mainly cause she made it oh so much easier to pay attention.

Rolling up his sleeves and pulling on his gloves, he started filling his pot with soil, completely covering all the gravel at the bottom of the pot. Once that was accomplished, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the soil. "Augmenti," he muttered, watching as the small stream of water started pouring out of his wand. Ugghhh, gross. He hated nasty, wet soil. Putting his gloves on again, he made a nice little hole before grabbing his puffapod and gently pulling it out of the pot by it's stem, making sure he got all the roots. He vaguely remembered doing this last year, but it wasn't nearly as successful as this planting was turning out to be.