Third place... Vickers gave a sporting smile to everyone in behalf of his house even if deep down he was quite disgruntled with it, which adds to his already sky-high grumpiness that was topped off with his muddied rear end. He was trying to clean himself up but as he doesnt have eyes at the back of his head it was a little tricky aiming that scourgifying spell and goodness knows he doesnt want to accidentally make his entire pants disappear with misplaced evanesco.

On the Professor's go ahead Vickers quickly took up his book bag, already thinking of how much time he has to waste changing and trying not to be late for his next class, which happened to be Charms-- of all the classes not to appear looking like one has spent the morning rolling around in the mud. However he did make it a point to give an sincere pat on the shoulder the few students he saw helping out his house"Gideon, Min, Lex-- thanks for helping out. We really appreciate it." Scoring high on his books they were yup.

As he stomped off the gardens a rough rustling of the leaves and the squealing made him stop short and stare "Oh great... coming back again so soon?" he muttered, obviously thinking about the pernicious behavior of the garden pests. He glanced back at the Professor, would she be needing any backup? If not he will happily scurry back to their quarters for a much needed change of uniform.