Elise gulped and looked at Professor Lafay, a little terrified. But harvesting was an essential part of potioneering. Ingredients didn't just harvest themselves. Listening intently to Lafay's story about the plimpies in the lake and such, she prodded the creature once with her wand, just to make sure it was dead.

Dead as a doornail.

"I'm sorry, plimpy," she whispered before pulling gently on one of its legs. Sloooowly, she undid the knot. It was just so disgusting. They'd be dissecting it. For its organs.