Violet did try again, after following the suggestion to take a deep breath. She tried to relax as well--after all, this wasn't a matter of life or death (she hoped--plants could die, after all). Eventually she did get her flowers to look vastly improved, though she didn't think they were quite ready for a florist's shop yet. But at least they were alive and healthy looking, so that was probably the best she could do for now. And she still had those leaves and flowers in her pocket--they would probably be useful for something or other. You never knew.

Gathering her school things, Violet got ready to leave the class, which also meant having to give up her wand to some random thug and return to the depths of the sub-dungeons. But oddly, this reality didn't depress Violet as much as usual. Hope was in the air--quite literally, she thought, as a gentle breeze wafted some of the flowers' fragrance toward them.