So far, Theo's ingredients were super boring, and not much effort had gone into it, and he was not stopping yet. He had his gloves on tightly, because the next ingredient could potentially hurt him. I suppose you could say that this was real effort for potions. Theo was nettle hunting.

The Whomping Willow wasn't his first destination in mind to look for these nettles, but it happened to be the closest, so he took the lazy option.

Without getting too close to it, Theo walked by a ton of grass, flowers, bushes, more flowers, MORE GRASS, until near the edge of the sidewalk, there was a very small patch of nettles and brambles growing. Theo winced at the sight of it. This particular plant had always freaked him out. With his gloves on, he approached the nettles, then got his wand out. That's right, he wasn't going to use his hands for this. No, sir.

"Diffindy!" That did nothing. Was it that Flipnsnipit spell? No... that was more for trimming hedges and stuff. It was definitely Difindy something. "Diffindie. Diffinda. Diffindo!" The nettle sliced off, completely taking Theo by surprise.

And it rubbed against his arm.

AGAINST HIS ARM.

NETTLE ON THE ARM.

Theo flung himself backwards and held his arm dramatically with his left gloved hand. It hurt sooooooooooo bad, but he didn't cry. Nope, he was toughening up. The Slytherin sniffed, gave his arm another rub, then gently placed his nettle in another container. Professor Lafay had better appreciate this torture he was going through.