Cleaning sucked. That's all there was to it. She couldn't understand all these kids that were all smiling happy and even SKIPING about it. Seriously, they had to be a few crayons short of a 64 count box. Few nuggets short of a Happy Meal. Dim bulbs. Dumb, in other words. And if one of them asked Sky why she seemed so unhappy about cleaning, she would tell them as much. She continued to clean, though. Because, she didn't want to lose more points for Slytherin. "Vitrumonia." Grr. The glass thingy was now clean, but her mood wasn't getting any brighter.