Okay, so her answer had been correct but it also hadn't been. No worries there. It wasn't a huge deal that her reply hadn't been what Flamsteed was looking for. These things happen from time to time and it was how she learned.

So all the flowers sitting before them represented, Hope. Hope was something each and every one of them needed right now. The more the better. Lia was all for this lesson right now, so thank you Professor Flamsteed.

Getting dirty was not a problem. She was known to wear dirty like it was the newest, hottest fashion trend. When told to get started, the Ravenclaw got to her feet and went directly over to where the Chrysanthemum were. Selecting one that was a lovely shade of pink. Carefully digging a circle in the dirt around her chosen plant, she then lifted it gently from it's home, roots and all.

With the flower cradling in the palms of her cupped hands, she made her way into the greenhouse and an empty workstation. Setting the flower down, Dahlia got to work slowly removing each leaf in the most delicate manner possible. Once she had finished with that she went about carefully getting the dried up bits of roots off.