Pulling for a moment, he softened his grip on the vine before standing up straight and holding it in his hands, looking around at the others and up the cave wall. The vine had stayed surprisingly. He was so sure that it would have broken off, even if he was praying that it would have not ripped off from the wall. Or ground…wherever the plant was connected to at the moment.

And who would have thought the plant was so squishy and soft? The shear ugliness of the thing in contrast to the texture was quite perplexing. Shaking his head after becoming distracted with the feel of the vine, he moved a few more steps back to see how far the vine went. Not nearly enough to get down the drop in the cave. Or so he thought. Better be safe than sorry and trapped.

Letting go of the vine, he needed to make a path to the drop the rope like vine he hoped to be creating in between the umbrella flowers, so he didn’t waste any length of the vines. That is, if he could even get enough down from the wall. It would probably take a lot of pulling and tugging to get them down. To warm his arms up however, he’d start with the path. Laying it out in his mind, starting from the spot where he had tested out a vine, he pointed his path through the umbrella flowers and to the drop, and everything in that path, had to go. Of course, the flowers wouldn’t be just tossed aside. He’d be using them.

Or maybe not all of them. He counted about thirteen of the flowers, and he’d probably only need eight of them. If he was able to fit more on his body, then so be it, but for now, he had a path to make. Waving around his arms in circles to warm them and his shoulders up, he held them across his body, trying to stretch them as much as possible before going to work. Starting…with this flower. Tugging it until it uprooted, he left it to the side before going onto the next, and then the next, creating a good pile of the flowers. After only a few minutes, and with the last one, Noel stood straight before tossing the last flower to the pile behind him without turning. That was the easy part. What he needed to do with these vines however, was probably going to be tougher and take a lot longer, nevertheless, he always hoped that things would turn out easier. Wiping any dirt off of his hands as his eyes searched for a jagged rock of some sort, although it being a little difficult with the small amount of light, he rubbed the back of his neck for a moment or so before closing his blue eyes in defeat.

He should’ve known staying clean would be impossible. Going down on his knees and hands, he continued his search for a good rock, cursing himself for not keeping the one he used at the beginning of the cave with the fireseeds. Alas though! It was a bit larger than the one he had used before, but it looked good enough for him to use on the vines. Smiling, he stood up and went over to the wall, taking a long vine and tracing it down to find where it was connected, or at least some kind of weak spot. With the others overlapping, and some looking as if there was no end to it, he supposed he’d just need to cut down where he could and get the longest piece out of the vine as possible.

Lowering the vine down to the earth as much as it was able to bend over the others to obtain the longest piece that he could, he held firmly there so it wouldn’t wiggle, causing him to miss his hit. Also making sure the sharp part of the rock was face downward, the Beauxbatons champion raised the rock over his head before bringing it down hard, slicing it across the vine at the same time, as if cutting it.