Valerian did not particularly enjoy dealing with snargaluffs, but he loved his mother. A smile on his face, he rolled his eyes and slid on a pair of the gardening gloves. Working in the Potion & Plant Poisoning ward meant he was frequently exposed to odd plants—very often he needed samples to cure the poisoning—but that didn't stop him from struggling. His brows furrowed and he grunted and began prying the tentacles back so his mother could grab the pod.
"I don't know what could possibly more interesting than snargaluffs," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm—though his frustration was clearly directed at the plant rather than his mother.
"I don't know what could possibly more interesting than snargaluffs," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm—though his frustration was clearly directed at the plant rather than his mother.
