Since his success in recreating a set of roots for a white rose that a kind witchling girl had given to him Uaithne had been moving along at a slow and steady pace at getting a feel for his magic and getting it to better obey him. He was by no means as good as some of the others that he saw in class and a far cry from the ones that he read about in the spell books but he was doing his best. He had decided that he wanted to try to focus more on the present day and his training instead of thinking over what was going to be coming after he was done here. He would by no means be ready to face the Grave of Fairies if he didn't concentrate on his magic after all. It was a difficult thing, to force himself to focus on something other then that overwhelming desire he had to return to the home that he'd been raised in that had willed to him after the passing of his Granny. There were more important things then running on home though he told himself as he made his way to the gardens of the academy with his arms weighed down with books that he'd checked out from the library.

"Alright, let's see." He murmured, looking around the gardens in a curious manner. This place was so amazing, it made his own room which was filled with plants look like a child's collection, "Need to figure out which one I want to work with today." He mused to himself, wanting a plant that was more likely to work well with him. Something like a tree would be far to stubborn and set it its way to allow him to practice on it. Something else, something younger, more simple, and more open to change, "Ah ha!" He saw it, a rather small and simple looking plant, maybe even one that might be considered a weed that had had slipped into the gardens unnoticed. That was perfect! Walking over to the dandelion that was sitting at the edge of the stone path the green haired Majin lowered himself down so that he could sit along side the plant, giving it a smile.

"Hello there." He greeted it, knowing that it wouldn't respond, he'd yet to figure out that trick that Cedar knew and was sure he needed the powers of a graduated witch before he was able to do such a thing. He reached a hand out to brush the tips of his fingers against the bright yellow flower for a moment before he set his books down next to him on the path, "If you don't mind I am going to practice my magic with you today, let's see if what we can do." His goal was to see if he could start to manipulate the growth of the flowers, increasing their size. Even just a little growth would be wonderful, it meant that he was on the right track. Pulling one of the dust old tomes onto his lap he set to flipping it open to one of the book marked pages, "This shouldn't be too hard for either of us but bare with me, this is the first time I have tried this particular spell." He continued on in chatting with the weed like flower, ever talkative when it came to his floral friends, "Once we are done I will see about transplanting you." He didn't want to leave the flower behind after all. It was a weed in the eyes of most of the world and it might very well get pulled and thrown out... something that would be, to Uaithne at least, a heart breaking turn of events. It would be much better for it to come stay in his room with him and the rest of his mass of collected plants.