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Disneymaniac 
Conan had made his way, in his snowsuit, to the broomshed. Well if he was going to try out his year, then he would need to look at a broom. So here he was, looking at the brooms. He reached out, with a gloved hand, and stroked a broom handle. Oooooo woodeny.
Ellie might have overlooked one little, teeny, tiny detail when she got all her things ready for Hogwarts. The condition of her broom. How she did this? She had no idea. But along with overlooking her broom's condition, she overlooked the fact that she no longer had enough polish in her own servicing kit.
Good ol' Vindictus would surely have extra kits in here, though. And she could just swipe a bit of polish from one and finish. It would be such a shame to only have half a broom polished.
Rather than actually steal a canister and bring it to the Common Room, though, Ellie decided to bring her broom down here. And maybe she'd do a bit of flying when she was finished.
But...Conan was here? Yes. It wasn't like she could mistake that oddly-colored-blonde head for anyone else. Thing was...what in Merlin's name was Conan doing in the broomshed?
She wasn't going to ask, though...no. She'll just...be causal...
The Ravenclaw walked into the shed and placed her broom on a worksurface, then went to the shelves where the kits were kept.
"How's it going, Conan?" she asked as she made her way back to her broom.
Totally casual.