Yes, potions could be used to treat plats. Potions were amazing, and Lux knew how connected the two subjects were. It would be so cool if Millard and Culloden did a joint lesson. That would be extremely helpful for her with her desire to be a Potioneer.

As things were added to the board, Lux took notes. This was all reminding her of last term when they had to diagnose and treat sick plants in various stages of illness. Time for her to play doctor again and make the sad looking toadstool feel better so that she could talk to it...or more like AT it.

After watching Professor Millard's instructions, Lux put on her clean gloves. She knew how important cleanliness was, and also knew never to work with plants while not wearing gloves. For one thing, soil wasn't very good for you, and for another she didn't exactly want to be filthy.

Shame the Talking Toadstools were kind of annoying in their regular form.

Hmm talking toadstools? Something about that seems odd to the puff. He never seen them before. Anyways back to the lesson.

Kace heard the Professor's instructions and nodded and got right to it. He put on his gloves first because safety first! He got his pot out first with the toadstools and put it back to his desk. Then he picked up the toadstool and placed it down. Then he got the soil and filled it up with just enough. He got his wand out and said, "Aguamenti!" and then it was filled with just enough water.He turned to the mooncalf solution and filled it up with that. Then he placed the toadstool back and he heard it talking back to him.

Hmmm success! He saw the color turning bright and he heard it whining. Ugghh now THAT was getting annoying. Hopefully it would stop soon.

Toby couldn't help but smile at the response from Millard, real ego-booster, y'know? And two points to boot. He grinned a little and looked back at the toadstool, but kept on listening because the professor was sure to tell them the actual answer soon.

Ahhhh... Talking Toadstools. Toby squinted at his and cocked his ear slightly towards it, as though listening for a voice that he knew wouldn't be there (mainly because Millard had implied that they weren't, uhh... in a talkative mood). When the professor went on speaking, Toby turned blue eyes back to him, though would glance back to the toadstool from time to time out of curiosity.

The Hufflepuff set down the toadstool to add things to his notes and stuff, and then watched the demonstration, every now and then adding a little something to his notes for future reference. He was pretty glad that the professor was going to move it out of the greenhouse, though, because that was exactly the sort of thing that Toby would be incredibly distracted by. Though... soon enough there'd be a lot more than just ONE Talking Toadstool making those noises in here.

Right then, getting started.

Toby hadn't taken his gloves off to make his notes, so that was step one already covered. He pulled a pot towards him from where they sat in the centre of the table and peered inside of it to make sure he wasn't about to accidentally suffocate any unsuspecting bugs.

Finding it bug-free, Toby went ahead and started scooping up soil and dropping it into the pot, just a few handfuls, trying to mimick the professor exactly. Then, picking up the toadstool again, he gave it a gentle little pat on its... head? sure, head... before planting it in the soil, burying part of the step. That done, Toby brushed the soil off his hands and checked his notes, double-checking the next step.

Well sunlight, water, and mooncalf solution sounded easy enough in theory. But anything can go wrong. Like giving too much water or you know just squeezing the life out of the mushroom. Not like Dante would ever do that. But it was possible. Dante put his gloves on. He did not want to much dirt on him now. Was not the time for it. Maybe if he could bring his bike to Hogwarts. But sadly no.

Now the fun dirty part. Dante filled the pot thing fill to the brim with soil. That thing was never starve on Dante's watch. Well maybe if he forgets. This was not the most interesting of things Dante has ever done. Not even top 10. Sorry.

Put the pot was full and that is what counts. Only thing left was water, toadstool, and mooncalf.

Now the interesting part. He did not know the water spell. So....

Yeah.

"Professor M. I need some help. I don't the water spell....Aquamenti or whatever it is"

First things first, Lux got a pot for her little toadstool to live in. An inspection revealed that everything was clean which was good because it probably wouldn't like to live in a dirty home - she sure wouldn't.

Into the pot went some soil. It was a little hard to guesstimate here, but Lux was pretty certain she had added as much as Professor Millard used in the demonstration. Carefully the sick little toadstool was picked up and placed in the middle of the pot. "There you go, little guy." Was it a boy or was it a girl? Lux had no idea and she was curious so she raised her hand. "Are there boy and girl toadstools? Or are they all the same and non-gendered?" Maybe her question was dumb, but you never know when information could come in handy!

Time for some water, so Lux picked up her wand and fed her little toadstool using Aguamenti while making sure not to drown it because that would be very mean. Three drops of the Mooncalf Solution was added and in no time she had a healthy toadstool which started whining.

Benny watched as the ideas were added to the board, noticing his own there which confirmed what the professor had said in response to his suggestion. So mooncalf dung it would be this time. But he still wrote them all down in his notes as instructed since they could all be used at one situation or another he supposed. Could also be a matter of personal preference like when one was caring for a plant and not under a professor's tutelage.

Or when it was in supply, the current items to be used clearly located on the table between them all. Watching the demonstration carefully, he was mildly surprised when the talking toadstool...well actually talked. Wicked. Something to look forward to...until it bothered you too much.

First he removed his gloves from his bag and slipped them on before moving to retrieve a pot from the collection of them available. Then grabbing several handfuls of soil, he proceeded to pull up the pot until it got up to a point that echoed what the groundskeeper had shown them.

There...that should be good.

Blah blah toadstools. All Brooklyn honestly had been curious about was if toads actually sat on them. That, and how loud the talking ones could be, since she hadn’t particularly felt like getting irritated this early in the day. She didn’t have earplugs with her after all, so if they ended up with a whole class full of shouting plants she might go deaf. The comment Professor Millard had made after he’d demonstrated the activity hadn’t made her feel any better. If he had to move one toadstool to a whole different greenhouse just so it wouldn’t annoy them with its squeaky voice, she wasn’t looking forward to a class of them.

Even so, as everyone else got up to claim their supplies, she followed. After a few more moments of holding back, as if she could get out of the work. Obviously not, so getting a pot and stuff it was. She returned to her seat with the pot and the wrinkly little toadstool, however, pulling her gloves securely on before she dealt with any dirt. Once the gloves were on and pulled up as far as they would go, she started scooping dirt into the pot until it looked kind of like the example one that was now off whining elsewhere. After that, she picked her toadstool up and set it into the dirt, close to the middle of the pot. She didn’t really care if it was exactly in the middle, but close seemed fine for her. As long as it didn’t complain later.

The professor was underestimating her patience when it came to competitions. You see, she wouldn't be the one to fall asleep before the toadstool. In fact, she was sure that she could out annoy the toadstool. Maybe she should try that out sometime. It would be a fun little experience. IF the professor was down for it. She would just need his permission, not his supervision. Plus, AJ had totally gotten the question right, but just for the wrong toadstool. It could be worse.

AJ watched as the professor demonstrated what to do. She didn't really find the toadstool annoying at all. What she had to do seemed easy enough. Probably too easy since they didn't even bite. What kind of toadstools were they? Wimpy ones. That was for sure.

First things first, AJ slipped on her gloves and got her pot situated. Umm... what was next again? Oh yeah, the soil. Easy peasy!

Caleb wasn't sure if he was too keen on the idea of having talking plants around, but eh. At least it was better than boring old Puffapods, which he was sure they'd covered like five thousand times in the curriculum at this point. Taking his gloves and making sure they were nice and tight, he took the soil and patted it down into his pot, making sure it was nice and packed in there before taking his toadstool and placing it in there as well. He made sure to put the soil around it's base so it would be able to stand on it's own, and then he took out his wand. A little water was what this guy needed now...

"Aguamenti," he muttered, hosing down the toadstool with a nice bit of water and making sure he got the soil as well. Not too much of course, didn't need to drown the poor thing...

So she hadn't been quite right with her answer to the previous question, but at least he Professor didn't laugh at her. He had even said it was a lovely idea......so that was something. Now it was time to tend to the Toadstools. Janelle made note of what they had to do. Then she watched the Professor as he demonstrated what needed to be done.

Janelle donned her gloves and got a pot for her toadstool. Then imitating the Professor, she got some soil from the table and placed into her pot. She tried to put in just the right amount. Not too much, not too little. When she was satisfied that her pot was ready, Janelle gently lifted her toadstool. Placing it into the soil, she carefully patted the soil around its stem. Now she just had to water it and add the mooncalf solution.....and use her extra special nursing skills.

No spells!!!!! They were using Mooncalf solution that day! YES!!! Agatha perked up at the sound of that and even smiled a bit. She liked this professor Millard already. Was he a Slytherin? She bet he was.

The girl even thought he looked kind of cute as he demonstrated everything and narrated as he did it. She was amused and was actually paid full attention. She could so do all that.

As soon as he finished demonstrating and he took the already talking toadstool away - see, he was a clever man, definitely a Slytherin - the ballerina put her own gloves on and was ready to start!

Placing a pot right in front of her, Agatha filled its base with soil. She reckoned that was sort of the amount professor Millard had put, so she was happy with that. Then, she carefully picked the toadstool in front of her and placed it in the new fresh soil. You're welcome, toadstool. Agatha was so nice.

Now that the toadstool was all watered and planted and whatnot, it was time to go onto the mooncalf solution. What did that entail, exactly? Hmmm. He was sure it was the dung and hopefully not bits of actually mooncalf...

He picked up the vial and dropped a few drops on his mushroom. After a few seconds, the toadstool started to hum a cheery little tune...which was all good and everything, but annoying. What good were singing plants? Other than to induce migraines?

"Erm, hi," he said to the mushroom. After a few more little outbursts of song, the toadstool started going HI, HI, HI, HI...

Oh geez. He hoped the next step involved harvesting and chopping the toadstool into pieces...

DIDJA HEAR THAT? DIDJA HEAR IT TALK? In that cute squeaky voice MERLIN she wanted one. Norah rushed to jot down the information on the board so she could get started fixing the ickle toadstools. She pulled her gloves on tight just like Professor Millard, then pulled a pot towards her. Dirt time, yeeeah!The third year did a couple squishes of the soil 'cause it felt funny underneath her covered fingers, before taking a couple of handfuls and placing them at the bottom of her pot.

Norah patted the soil down with her fingers, then gently lifted a toadstool and placed it inside the pot. She gave it a little pat on the wilty head and packed the soil around it so it was tucked in allll snug. "You comfy in there?" Mari said they had to love their toadstools, so here she was looooving it. It was so CUTE, it'd be hard not to. Now all she had to do was give it some water! And the moon thingy. Whatever that was.

Now, that was a spell she could do. See, professor Millard was the best. Definitely her favourite. Just keep the lessons without any ridiculous magic and it'll be perfect.

What a good man.

"Aguamenti." She applied some water to the soil and toadstool just like the professor had demonstrated then finally turned to the mooncalf solution. Why, she knew this stuff was good, thanks to the few good things she learned from her mother.

The fifth year proceeded to slowly apply a few drops of the solution, watching the toadstool's reaction to it. It didn't take too long until the thing in front of her started to whine and already annoy Agatha a little. It wasn't even speaking, but it was probably because the girl hadn't said anything. Instead, the plant started copying what some other student near her was saying and she gave the toadstool a look. Not a harsh one, just a normal stare.

She supposed it was back to normal then. She was done.

Make it shut up now.

So all that summer reading, or really it was a little browsing, had paid off! Kate grinned at the success of her answer. Mooncalf Solution it was! Along with a little water and sunlight, too, of course. She turned her eyes toward the demonstration while also making a mental note to get out her own gloves, as well. The demonstration didn't last long, which meant the whole reviving process probably wouldn't either. Kate began digging through her bag in search of her gloves.

When she finally found them, she put them on, making sure to secure them into place. Kate dug her hands into the soil and began filling the base of the the pot. She'd never done anything like this before, so she wasn't even sure if she'd have a talking toadstool or a dead one before the end of class. Hopefully not a dead one, though. She gently tucked her fingers under the base of the toadstool and moved it toward the pot, placing it delicately into the center.

Well, she hadn't killed it in the move to the pot, so at least she was on the right track. Kate raised her hand toward the pot and applied water to the soil and to the toadstool. Okay, so...now what?

Lovely.

Talking Toadstools. That mimic people's voices.

EEP. But these were sick! Poor little ones. Anyways, she loved the little assignment they were about to do, bring them back to a normal life, normal talking-mimic life. In her small notebook, she wrote down the extra help they could get, and what they were going to do, step by step.

So, she looked down at the poor little toadstool, and slowly analyzed the steps done by the professor, in her head to perform them, while putting on her grassy gloves. With all carefulness, she dug and picked up the soil, filling the base of the pot. What next?

Right, putting the little living mimic-y plant on the pot. She looked at it, it was wrinkly, it looked like a little defenseless thing, she was getting endeared to it. "Alright, little buddy...let's get you talking." She mumbled, and slowly picked it out of the other pot and put it into the new soil one, then took her wand out and quickly casted the water spell, "Aguamenti..." Oooh, that was perfect, fresh water. "Just for you, because I can't wait to hear ya saying some Shakespeare lines." She giggled, taking the mooncalf solution into her hand before counting the drops. HOW MANY?!

Bleu pulled her toadstool closer to her. She picked up the pot and placed it in the center of the table right in front of her. This task seemed easy enough, but she also found it strange that the toadstool started to repeat the last words that the professor has said. "I wonder what you're going to say." She looked over at her little pink toadstool, putting her gloves on before she grabbed some oil and filled her pot.

She then picked up her toadstool with her middle finger and thumb. It looked very sick to her. "Poor thing." She placed it in the center of the soil in her pot. She dusted off her gloves before she grabbed her wand. She needed to put some water on this baby. But not too much to overpower it. "Aguamenti." When she got the desired amount of water she put her wand down.

What was the next step? She looked down at her notes. "3 drops of mooncalf solution." She grabbed the bottle and took out the dropper. She gently loosed 3 drops full of mooncalf solution, noticing right away that the color brightened. "Oh, cool!" Suddenly her toadstool was whining and saying 'cool' over and over again. That was really annoying.......

Bleu waited until the professor was ready to continue. Looking around at the progress of the other students.

The Mooncalf Solution was next, so Kate browsed the work table in front of her until her eyes landed on the Solution. She picked it up and looked at her plant. She still kind of thought she might do it in for good, but at the same time, she hoped not. With those kind of feelings, a person should be able to keep a plant alive, right?

That was the plan.

Kate raised the Solution toward the plant. One drop. Two drops. Three drops. The plants soon began to move about a little, and Kate was almost sure it was starting to brighten up some. She pulled the Solution away and put it back on the table to be free to watch the plant. Yeah, it was definitely getting better. Well, what do you know? She didn't kill the plant after all!

"Bologna sandwich!" she said to the plant. "Bo---oey!" It said back. "Bologna sandwich!" she said again. "Bologna sandwich," it croaked back.

Cutty pulled the dragonhide gloves up on his arm a bit, giving one a tug and then the other just to assure they were on securely. He then lifted the toadstool up to inspect it. Was it even...alive? He shook it a little for signs of life but in answer there came none.

With a sort of shrug, Cutty began shoveling in new soil with his gloved hands. He took the toadstool and placed it into the pot a few times in between filling it up to measure the proper potting depth. The walls of the new pot were a bit on the low side so Cutty guessed that not too much depth was needed. He placed the sickly little toadstool into the pot as much to the center as he could manage and began filling in around it with some of the soil. The Slytherin boy stared down at it, contemplating it's security. He gave the pot a 'test jiggle' and the toadstool flopped to one side spilling out of the pot like a broke down hot dog.

H'mm, perhaps a bit deeper then?

Cutty emptied the pot of some of the soil in preparation of trying again.

Pot. Water. Mooncalf solution. Oh yeah and those horrible faces Zahra Kettleburn was making at him. And her answer was totally useless by the way. Was she aware? Too bad Professor Herbology man didn't get too angry about the name tag though. That would have been real amusing. Anyways. Toadstools. That's what he was going to focus on. Not the fact that Zahra's faces were riling him up in all the wrong ways. -________-

Ahem. Mooncalf solution.

Right. The Gryffindor got up from his spot to walk over and grab one toadstool and a pot from the center of the table where they had been placed. Upon walking back he noticed that he definitely forgot to bring back some soil so SIGH. Had to do that too. Making sure to fill his pot up with just the right amount of the soil, he walked back and placed his toadstool right inside. Mhm. And oh yeah, a little more soil in there too just to make sure the plant was nice and snug. Poor thing looked so distressed. Kind of like how Zander felt thinking about OWLs. Poor plant. A little studying will go along way don't you-- Oh. Wait. It was only a plant. Wasn't really worrying about OWLs.

Taking hold of the toadstool once more, Cutty placed it in the center and began filling up the pot with the soil, this time using a little thumb packing motion as he did so. Turning the pot as he filled in the gaps and packed he found that he had needed more soil than before, but good use to it if it helped the sickly little toadstool stay in place.

It was looking better already. "Aguamenti." He called for water and took his wand to it making sure to evenly wet the soil. He lifted the pot to test the weight to assure that there would always be just such an amount of moisture present in the culture medium.

There was a slight response, mostly physical perking up, but still no vocalizations from the magical fungi. Cutty placed his wand to the side and wiped his hands thoroughly before picking up the bottle of mooncalf solution. He unscrewed the cap and pinched the dropper then carefully, he applied the droplets to the toadstool.

1...,


2...,

3.

Almost instantly the fungi perked up. Colours, pinks and whites were flowing back into it. It remained quiet for a while, but then, in it's squeaky little voice caught the end of Kate Addison's conversation with her toadstool and said, "Sandwich!"

Now that the Toadstool was well in it's place, time for the water... Right? It was Pot. Mooncalf solution. Water. That's what he remembered at least. Erm. Yeah. Taking his wand out from it's holster, the Gryffindor cast a simple "Aguamenti," and abruptly stopped it after it seemed like the plant got enough. Didn't need the poor thing to swim in it, right? That would probably make things even worse than they were already... Which was saying something because things were already looking down for this poor thing.

It was all Walton's fault. He was sure.

He carefully watched the plant as it did absolutely nothing. Why on Earth was it...? Oh. OH He had forgotten one vital step!! The mooncalf solution. Riiight. He nodded and absentmindedly bobbed his head as he added some into the pot and watched again. The effects were almost instantaneous! Well... Not really. But it worked a lot better than just the plain ol' water did. Still the plant looked weak, but that was probably on account of the sunlight step and all.

So he just watched as it became a little less droopy. After waiting for a good bit, it-- OI! Was it talking!? Well really it was just quipping in every now and then with loose bits of sounds that it must've heard coming from around the greenhouse. But erm, that meant it had worked, right?

Adding a bit more dirt to her pot to make sure her toadstool wouldn’t fall over, Brooklyn was still steeling herself for a headache. Her toadstool obviously wasn’t talking yet, but she hadn’t finished all the steps. There were still a couple left, but she needed to get it secure in the pot first. Not that she expected it to answer any of her questions once it was better. They didn’t seem like much more than a parrot, repeating bits of whatever was said to them. That only made it seem more annoying to her, but she still wasn’t about to risk losing points. Not when Slytherin was finally out of the hole certain people had put it in at the feast. She didn’t want another lecture.

Therefore, her wand came out. “Aguamenti,” she cast, sending a jet of water into her pot. She stopped it before anything got drowned though. Even if she didn’t particularly want a talking plant, she wasn’t going to drown it. It hadn’t annoyed her yet. Actually, it was still just sitting there silent and kind of droopy. Pulling the bottle of mooncalf solution over, she took the cap off and let three drops fall onto the toadstool. Almost as soon as the last drop fell, the toadstool perked up and started squeaking softly. Here it was, and she already wished it would shut up. Even before it had started going on about garbled words from around her, she already wanted it gone. “Shut up,” she said, only ending up rolling her eyes as the words were met by the squeaky little echo. Obviously the toadstool wasn’t very smart.

Cilla thought it was best to first take down some notes so she wrote down what was on the blackboard.



After her notes were written, Cilla carefully put on her gloves and set to work. She grabbed a handful of soil and placed it in the pot. It still didn't fill the base of the pot so she grabbed a smaller handful of soil and put that in the pot. The pot now had the right amount of soil in it.

Cilla slowly lifted the sickly looking toadstool and gently placed it in the middle of the pot, taking care so that no more damage was done to it. Cilla then grabbed her wand and pointed it at the soil.

"Aguamenti," she said and the toadstool was now sitting in a pot full of moist soil.

Cilla picked up the Mooncalf Solution and placed three drops of it on the toadstool which seemed to brighten in colour. Cilla crossed her fingers as she said softly to the toadstool, "Kitty cat." The toadstool repeated what Cilla had just said in a rather squeaky tone.

Cilla smiled and waited for the next set of instructions.

That sounded sort of fun. To have something to do rather than listen or just jot down notes. Which by the way he completely forgot to take, maybe he could ask for someone's notes ? Did people share those? Eh, he'd find out by asking probably. And he did think of writing down the steps the Professor talked about but then decided that they were simple and he'd remember. After all, people all around him were performing them.

Dante first reached for the gloves and put them on. Then prepared the things he was going to work with around him. A little bit of soil and the mooncalf solution. Then he started adding soil to the pot just like the man just did. When he'd added enough he gently lifted the toadstool and placed into the pot then added a little bit more soil just to be sure its base was covered.