Mandrakes. That explained it, Gregory decided, thinking back to his time at Hogwarts. One of his friends had fainted when repotting the things during herbology class, though that was so long ago that he might not ever have thought of it again were it not for present circumstances. Merlin—he had a bit more sympathy for Theodore Funke now, that was for damned sure.

"A rather dangerous hobby, is it not?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows in question and immiately regretting the motion. For a young lady might have been implied—but then again, given Gregory was the one who had been felled, perhaps not.