Mentions of Tyner and Tessa There's some good in this world and it's worth fighting for| LOTR|Whovian|Sherlock Fan
Sander gave Professor Tyner the thumbs sign when she acknowledged that broom handle looked good to her. He quickly picked up the next broom from the stack that was growing rapidly.
'Okay we're falling behind, Sander. We can't take all day here.' Sander chided himself as he scooped out another knut size of broom polish and applied it to the broom. Then he repeated the polishing process again. Applying, then buffing, applying and then buffing until the broom handle passed muster, before he placed it aside and grabbed another one.
He looked up and smiled when Tessa came over to join him. "Um....so far....I've polished five brooms. But I'm picking up the speed now." he grinned at her as he counted the polished brooms next to him.
"I'm glad you could come and join us. I was starting to feel like the odd one out. Everyone, I think plays Quidditch or is in the current house team. So there's a good reason for them to be here. Corny as it may sound right now, but I'm just here because I know that these brooms needed to be cleaned, so I decided to lend some elbow grease," he told Tessa sheepishly.
He got up from his seat, walked over and took another broom and started the whole broom handle polishing process again. Applying, then buffing, examining before applying a second coat, then back to buffing again. He was concentrating so hard on the task at hand, that he didn't even realize he had started humming again.
Somehow the humming helped him stay in rhythm...a rhythm that helped speed up the polishing process tremendously. Broom, apply polish, buff, examine, apply polish again, buff again, examine and place the finish broom aside. Then repeat the whole process again.
He was enjoying himself so much that Sander began to sing softly.
"At the broom shed, woooh
Talking about the broom shed, yeah
Come on y'all and sing it for me
Broom shed, woh, Broom Shed yeah
(Work and work) Well those brooms never seem to stop coming
(Work and work) Keep those polishin' machines humming
(Work and work) My fingers to the bone
(Work and work) Keep up, all this must be done before we all go home "
Soon the number of polished brooms began to grow. Sander smiled. The added help that Professor Tyner had requested from the students, made a lot of difference too.
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