Alice giggled, imagining the poster. 'Wanted, for the slaughter of hundreds of innocent potted plants. Reward for capture.' "That's the same problem Remus has been having, actually. Brilliant brain, black thumb. This may sound silly but... have you, um, tried talking to them?" A slight flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks, once again bringing Neville and his constant fluster to mind. "It actually does help."