Grabbing a watering can Jezzabelle felt her stomach clench a little. She wasn't really good with spells and charms and all that jazz. She was good with planting things, getting the water from a sink or hose, and then going about her business as such. She grabbed her wand again and felt her hand shake just a little. If she didn't calm herself down something bad was going to happen. It'll be just like Transfiguration all over again and she really didn't want to mess things up here.
Just thinking about the seed helped steady her hand. That's all she needed to do was think about the seed. It needed water and if she didn't calm down enough it wouldn't get the water. Taking a deep cleansing breath she pointed her wand into the can and said,
"Aguamenti." Success. She filled it up almost all the way, doubting she would really need all that water. She stopped the water flowing from her wand with finite.
"Chaudensis," she said doing the circular motion yet again. She decided to go ahead and cross off her last step seeing as she was almost complete with it anyway. She just need to wait for the water to boil.
She was almost about to aimlessly start doodling on the edges of her paper but the sight of rising steam caught her eye and she looked into the pot to find the water boiling and piping hot.
Pour just a little ever so slowly over the seed she smiled in satisfaction. She was complete and all that was left was the clean up.
"Finite," she said allowing for the watering can to stop heating itself. She placed the plant where the professor had indicated and gave it one last wistful look. She would find it no doubt and take care of it and raise it. She removed her goggle and returned all the things she had used to their rightful place. She removed her gloves making a mental note to clean them. Grabbing her things she smiled and wave,
"Bye Professor Bentley. It's been a great class." And she left making her way back through the darkened greenhouse.