... De-gnoming. Great. Sounded nice and mindless and repetitive from what she'd read. So this could be fun. Or at least not terrible.

...

Luckily, Derry had her own gloves, since they were permanently shoved into her robe pockets at this time of the year. She was NOT going to be seen DEAD in anything THAT colour. So she brought out her far-more-sensible normal-coloured gloves and slipped them on over her hands, following the rest of the class through the gate.

C'mon, on with the next instruction. She wanted to have some FUN.