"When do you suppose that pot of garlic will be ready to harvest?" George was busy fertilizing and watering a vigorously growing pot of garlic.
"Late May should do it." Albert gently blew the sawdust off a wooden bracelet, holding it up to check the Runes he had just carved against a reference pattern.
"Are you planning to eat raw garlic?" Lee Jordan asked with a half-smile as he popped a Bertie Bott's Every-Flavoured Bean into his mouth.
Chapter 55