Poppy gave Georgianna Shacklebolt a grateful smile, nodding her understanding. Professor Carrow reassured her that nothing awful would happen to the plants, either. Well, that was a relief. She took a deep breath, feeling the tension release as she exhaled. It was a trick her father had taught her after realizing she had inherited some of her mother's nervous disposition. She returned to examining her plant, wiping its petals with a dry cloth and then a damp one. She didn't particularly know what it was she was supposed to be looking for, but she was writing about it anyway.

The others had gotten distracted (of which Poppy inwardly frowned, though outwardly had no reaction.) Of course, it was Alys Gower in the middle of it. Drawing again. She certainly liked to draw... though this one was quite pretty compared to the horrifying sketch she'd made at the sorting feast.

In her periphery, purple liquid had flown in her direction. She instinctively hopped out of the way, though Gia, unfortunately, had not. It had splattered in her hair and on her robes. Poppy grimaced on the second year's behalf, "Are you alright, Miss Shacklebolt?" Not that there was much she could to help her considering she didn't know any spells yet... though she handed her one of the cloths she'd been using on her plant in case Gia wanted to use it to clean off.