Right. What’s the next step? Watering, yes? Yes. Oh looooook he didn’t forget, even if his eyelids are slowly closing. He did however, jerked when Professor Bentley spoke. Merlin, he really should stop this madness and FORCE himself to sleep at night even if his system doesn’t want to. Ethan grunted, got his wand and watered his pot. “Aguamenti.” Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle. The third year scrunched up his nose as he eyed his work, making sure that the top layer of soil was sprinkled with water.

That’s how gardeners in the muggle world do it, yeah? Good. Good. Now that he got that covered, “Finite.” Ethan proceeded to the next step.

Incantation.

MERLIN. If he got this right, then he’ll get a full grown Enchanting Elm in no time. Just…don’t eat the poor, sleepy, boy okay? Seed? Yes. Onto practice! “Herbi…what was that again?” Ethan consulted his notebook, “Herbivicus.” Again, yeah? “Herbi…yaaaaawn…vicus.” Oh dear Merlin. Maybe he should stand up no? Shake the sleepy feeling. “Herbi-vicus. Herbivicus.” Oh maaan, it’s so tempting to stretch and yawn!