But... wait a moment. She hadn't mentioned a desert. Dora blinked at the man as he spoke and nodded slowly. He had kind of missed the point, hadn't he? Deserts had plants and animals that had long ago adapted to the surroundings... she had meant more along the lines of a farm... in a drought. The plants needed waterung, right? Make it rain! But whatever, this professor was currently threatening to take points from a guy slurping, clearly he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

With a small roll of the eyes, the Gryffindor got up and moved to the center of the room as instructed. She practiced the incantation first, "Solis Lucidum, Solis Lucidum, Solis Lucidum. "