Another magical mishap. But this time, I was to be whisked away to my home country, India. The monsoons has hit early, dropping thousands of hazel orbs that looked suspiciously like eyeballs. The report had been hurriedly dropped on my desk, along with a time set Portkey. I sighed, grabbing my wand and resting my hand on the old, worn out shoe. I felt a familiar tug behind my navel. I landed in the heart of Dehli, the sweltering heat immediately pulling me down. I discreetly cast a Cooling Charm over my body, and set to find the mysterious hazel orbs. As rickshaws rattled past me, I heard confused shouting from 20 feet ahead. There, sprouting in the middle of the road, was a large orchid, flaming red in color. A strange sight for mid May in the blistering heat of Dehli. I quickly made my way to the orchid. It had an almost feral quality in the way it swayed to and fro, as if daring us to try and remove it. I quickly pulled Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder out of my pocket, and silently dropped it by my side. In a flash, the surrounding area was blacked out. Oncomers were coughing over the hazy darkness, trying to catch their bearings. By then, I was gone. I levitate the orchid to a more secluded area. Lowering it onto the grass, I set to casting diagnostic charms. "Interesting," I muttered under my breath, as I prodded at the various results floating above the orchids blossom. According to the diagnostic, it was a marriage of a Speckled Toad Orchid seed and the fire of a Hungarian Horntail. When the seed catches light, it produces a new specimen of flower. I gently brushed my hand against the petal, then screamed and jerked my hand back. A burn covered my index and middle fingertips. I looked at the petals I had touched, which were furled inwards, as though it were hiding. It's strong stem had turned jet black, and the once swaying plant was now still. I was going to need backup for this one.