Muggle-born, no doubt if she doesn't comprehend magical plants, thought Kalif without a single shred of emotion on his face. Kalif would have to explain it the best of his abilities, but he doubted that a first year would be able to understand it. Kalif watched as she sat down, but after she had done that, he too folded his arms across his chest. "No, one of them was not hexed with magic and kept breeding over and over. That does not make any sense. What makes a plant magical is the properties that it possessed. Take a Mandrake for example. It is a plant, biological and down to the cells, however it behaves like an animal, thus making it alive. When it is chopped up, the properties in it, mixed with other plants that will stimulate a reaction in a potion will be able to cure those that have been petrified; which is a state that resembles death but the person is still alive. It is a magical effect, and due to certain plants, their properties, can reverse or deepen those affected by magic." Kalif doubted that he could really explain why a magical plant is magical. He decided to use another analogy instead. "If you don't understand that, then think about this: asking what makes a magical plant indeed magical, is like asking why you or any other student is magical." He knew why he was magical, because his bloodline had been for centuries. As far as hers, there had to be a squib in the line somewhere. That was his only take on muggle-borns.
