"I do not mind helping," Ned retorted, calmly. In truth, it helped keep him busy enough to not think about the impending OWL results. He would soon learn whether his future aspirations were for naught, or if he'd need to buckle down even harder in the coming two years. Both outcomes would be trying, but he wished for the latter. "Besides, the sooner the work is done, the sooner you can get to lessons."

Ned was a bit clumsier at weeding than Sloane, proving once again that gardening wasn't his forte. However, he had improved greatly from earlier years and only certain people would notice his mediocre skills. Just as he pulled a weed from the ground, he felt another collide with the side of his face. "Oy!" He exclaimed, shaking the plant he held, so that some of the dirt flew off in Sloane's direction. "Watch it, or I might accidentally tip one of Anne's experiments into your morning pumpkin juice." He wouldn't ever; he didn't want to accidentally murder his friend.

"What are you to learn from Mrs. MacNiven this time?"