"Honestly, when has the wizarding world ever shown an ounce of good business sense?" Genie said dryly. "They probably think the treasure hunt is fun, like the freaking Ravenclaws always did with those damned riddles on their door." She snorted softly. She only knew of those because of her brother, but she thought they were th emost ridiculous thing, especially since not all smart people were the sort who found riddles easy or fun.
Once the lid was open, Genie shifted Vi to her other hip and carefully plucked out the nettles into the paper bag that was offered. They stung her but only a little, and they'd be well enough healed in a bit that she wouldn't remember they'd hurt at all. Besides, her pain threshold was rather higher than most to top it. "That enough, or a little more?" she asked.