Mariel glanced up at Professor Bunbury before looking back down at her flutterby plant appraisingly. Yep, he looked like he had a decent enough haircut. So that apparently meant that it was time to transplant. Putting on her dragonhide gloves - because she was not about to get her fingers grubby with dirt - she glanced around for any sign of shovel. Finally locating one, the second year looked around for an appropriate spot for her plant and began to dig.

Tilting her head to examine the hole she had dug, Mariel decided that it looked about big enough for her flutterby, so after setting down the shovel, she pulled out her wand and cast aguamenti at the hole, allowing a small amount of water to dampen the dirt. Deciding the hole was now ready for the plant, the thirteen year old gripped its base with a gloved hand and gently but firmly tugged until it was free of the pot.

As she lowered the plant into the hole she had dug, the Ravenclaw girl gently massaged the roots until they were somewhat spread out, then let go so she could finish the transplant.

Neighbor's shoe, huh? That would make things a little more interesting. Not seeing any loose shoes as she looked around, the 2nd year resigned herself to again using the shovel since she certainly wasn't using her mouth as was suggested. After filling in the gaps with the dirt previously dug out, Mariel then proceeded to use her gloved hands to pat down the dirt lightly around the flutterby, tracing two fingers around the base of the plant in the dirt to dig a moat. Another aguamenti carefully aimed at the dirt and she was finished.

Wait, not finished? Repeat steps 1-9 with a puffapod... Okay and apparently those had to be spaced 2 to 3 feet apart. Carefully grabbing a puffapod plant, Mariel placed one foot in front of the other and then again next to her puffapod to measure out three feet and began the ritual all over again, first digging another hole. Once done, she watered it slightly and carefully pulled the puffapod out of its pot, separating the roots and set it into the new hole. Pushing more dirt around it, she once again dug a small moat and watered it.

Now she was finished, right? She certainly hoped so because she was herbology-ed out for the day as she pulled off her dirt-caked gloves and stuck them back into her messenger bag. After she copied down the homework, she gave a little wave to the professor and took off towards the castle.