Ryuuji was already digging when
the final owl from Wolfram started to fly towards him. He'd found a nice patch of earth near the Forbidden Forest, and started working on creating holes large enough to bury the seeds that he'd imported from offworld. Dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a white sweatshirt and black leather gloves, he was making decent progress on the trenches.
A little distance away from him rested two large sacks of seed. Wolfram could stand guard over them when he appeared, assuming that Ryuuji's extremely transparent ploy had worked. He would have been more subtle about it, but this was Wolfram. Subtlety would have been wasted on the oddly-amusing blond.