"Ok then Sir," Marco smiled. He picked a pretty looking plant. "I think I have one thank you Cassandra," he smiled at her. He grinned, it hadn't died yet. He picked it up and carried it to his desk. He picked up his quill, looked at his plant, and it had wilted. Oh no!! He looked at it, and then at the Professor. He hadn't even written anything and the plant had died. He killed it. He ran a hand through his hair, and pushed the plant across the table so it wasn't in front of him, "I didn't do it."