 Post 2 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah scratched her nose. Not that it was itchy or anything, but it was her last chance, y'know? Before her gloves got all mucked up with knarl manure. This was IT. She reached into the bucket, but paused before her fingers could touch anything. Wait. Why was she doing this? Drawing her hand out quickly, she wiggled her gloceves off and picked up her wand again. "Wingardium leviosa!" She concentrated hard on the contents of the bucket as she levitated the manure onto her compost. Her goes nothin'.
The fifth year put her gloves back on and faced the crate with a determined stare. Reaching out one hand, she hesitated for a moment before pushing the manure flat down on the last layer of pine with a loud SQUELCH. Heheh. Heh. If you didn't think about what she was squishing, it was almost kind of fun. The smell made it hard not to think about it, but y'know. She squished the rest of it all down too, until she had an even layer of manure on the very top. Ta da! In a flash, her gloves were off and her wand was back in her hand, first to cast "scourgify" on her gloves, and then to add water to the compost again. "Aguamenti!" ALMOST THERE.
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