Ira looked on as her plant, her Vine, slowly became unsedated and woke up. One twig shake, then the other, then another. And the mouth was closed.

Ira grinned. She wanted to touch the plant. She wanted to see how it would react. She wanted to see if it would attack her, who had cleaned it's teeth. Surely, plants must have some gratitude, yeah?

And as if it could read her mind, the plant opened its mouth wiiiide, showing all its sets of pearly white sparkling clean teeth. If only it could speak! And whoa! Those teeth looked deadly. "Aww! Vine! You saying thank you to me huh?" Ira smiled and asked sweetly. "In that case, you're welcome!"

Anyways, she had to clean her work station. "Scourgify!" And it was done! And she was now free to go, right?

Seeing others leaving, Ira removed her globes, and kept them in her bag. Hoisting her bag up on the shoulder, she turned to leave the class, "Thanks Professor Bentley!" she said, much more cheerful than she had been at the beginning of class, "I hope Vine.. I mean, the plant likes my brushing and flossing!" she grinned. And it should. Because she had taken a bit of hard work over it. And endured bad smell. "And you too!"