1/2 of the Poo Brigade MAN!BUGG<33
Cam LOVED the rhyme. He could have listened it 24-hour non-stop and he wouldn't go mental--that is, because he already was.
He watched as the box of wands reappeared again and looked at 'em all. Uhhh. Uh. Well obviously there was a certain feeling inside of him that let him know which wand was his. He grabbed the one he thought was his. Ahhh. Yes, yes it was his. THAT WARM TINGLY FEELING. It felt good to be reunited back with his wand. Cam felt compleeeeted. Fer sure he did.
"Alright uh," he said in a worried tone. He wasn't real good with wands. WHAT IF HE SET THE POOR THING ON FIRE?! "Flipnsnipwitit," he muttered but suddenly his wand started vibrating. And cuttttt. And cuuuuuut. Ah, there we go.
He grabbed one of the pots that had the GREEEEN bow around it. Because yeah. Green was cool. Cam put the Flitterbloom in the pot and got a handful of soil from the corner and put 'em in the pot. DONE. DONE.
HUZZZAAAAHHHHHH.
"I think I'll name her WILLOW," he said triumphantly, ya know, 'cause the small piece was SWAYING AROUND SO VIOLENTLY (but not as violent as the Devil's Snare). "So we just take care of it like we do any other ordinary plant? Any special treatment...?"
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