As he toted his vacuum along, the Slytherin passed by others at work. It was good to see everyone was getting active and participating in the cleaning stuff. According to his mother, cleaning was good for the soul...or whatever that meant. Apparently cleaning made one feel better? Dylan had to admit, he always felt loads better in a clean environment...In fact, he couldn't sleep if things weren't clean...

Actually, the Slytherin Captain was a bit of a germaphobe...

Cleaning didn't give him the same feeling as things being clean, though. That must have been a mother thing...

Up on the Fourth Floor, he stopped in front of the elaborate tapestry and figured this would be something different to vacuum. It was like carpet, right? Or at least a material that could be vacuum'd easily. Much better than stone.

"Vacavus!"

As the vacuum powered up, he quickly snatched up the nozzle and began running it along the rich material of the tapestry...or was it still rich? Had all the dirty messed that up, too? Dylan couldn't be too sure with dust covering it...

Oh, wait...It'd died.

"Vacavus!"

As it powered back up, he continued on...stretching his arms up and reaching his nozzle along some really bad areas. Was Professor Flamsteed sure they couldn't use magical assistance?

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM all the dust!

After several minutes, the vacuum had died again...Yep. He was done here. The Slytherin hefted the thing by hand and continued up...