Having readied the cleaning solution, Beezus followed the succeeding steps which was to grab a sponge from one of the baskets, but first, she pocketed her wand first. She then took one sponge from the basket along with her classmates, she noticed that there were blue towels on the side and that got her smiling. THEIR color was just so good to the eyes.

She pressed the sponge into the cleaning solution, brought it back up and gave it a squeeze before she grabbed her broom with her left hand.

Then she wiped the handle clean of all the dirty little organisms that either stuck to it or just passed by it. She scrubbed every part of it carefully, occasionally sticking the sponge back on the bucket for another squeeze and out again to wipe the handle.

When she was satisfied with the handle, Beezus referred to her parchment for what would come next. Once again, she yawned before continuing. "Come here o, little tail twigs," she murmured as she held the twigs together and plunged it into the bucket of cleaning solution. Then she stirred the broom counter-clockwise seven times. "I feel like an old fat witch.." Because well..in some muggle stories, bad fat witches would make potion on large cauldrons and stir the mixture with large ladles. She felt like her cauldron was the bucket and the ladle was the broom.

She allowed the tail twigs to stay on the water. Gotta wait for two minutes.