Mr. Wilson waited patiently while Draco thought about how to answer him. Draco drew in a breath and looked into the Mind Healer’s eyes. "My mother. That summer. My mother asked me to help her with the gardens. She loved to work there, she loved her roses and to keep care of them. She taught me everything I know about flowers. Plus, aside from what most people think, she never asked the house elves to take care of them. My mother did it all herself. I, personally, hated gardening."