The main HP site has a link to grow your own Mandrake. Look at the map at the top of the main page where it says ENTER. Click on it and go into castle grounds. Go into herbology.
I have had 2 mandrakes so far and both Ubertuber and Tuberboober have died.
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, diet coke in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
A friend is someone who thinks you're a good egg, even though you're slightly cracked.
I was typing my post as I was creating my mandrake. By the time I got to the end of my post it was dead. I couldn't believe it, how do you kill thoses things so easily, I don't think its possible to keep one alive.
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, diet coke in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
A friend is someone who thinks you're a good egg, even though you're slightly cracked.
Lets see, I've had three so far: Curby-I drowned and fired it; Smurf-I neglected it; and PleaseDontDieOnMeThisTime-I think I gorged it. The longest that I've gotten one to live is about a week. But they eventually die on me
It's black. It's shiny. I'm keeping it!
"A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin"
Professor Plum - "What are you afraid of? A fate worse than death?"
Mrs. Peacock - "No, just death. Isn't that enough?"
"I lost my car! We're still looking for it!" ~ Some drunk lady with a strange infatuation for flogging (Don't ask)
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, diet coke in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
A friend is someone who thinks you're a good egg, even though you're slightly cracked.