Presley sighed, and grabbed a plant. She pointed her wand at a branch that looked longer than the others. "Flipnsnipwitit," she ordered, slashing at the branch. Then she burst out laughing. It sounded like she was some form of and idiot trying to tell the plant to get on with cutting itself up. She shook her head to clear it, and tried again. "Flipnsnipwitit!" She made a motion across a branch with her wand. Still nothing. Presley knew she was hopeless at plants, but really? This was a spell! She should've done fine! "Flip-n-snip-wit-it!" Presley enunciated each syllable. Nothing. She raised her hand high in the air. "Professor? Can you come help me? I think I must be doing something wrong, because this isn't working."