*POP!*
Tinka had been torn away from her whisk-y to go clean in Gryffindor Tower. Her arms were laden with a duster, rags, and other cleaning instruments. Ears twitching, she looked around. "This area be dusty dusty!" She began to swish the feather duster back and forth across the tables. A... Aaa.... Aaaaaa-CHOO! |