Overwhelmed.

That's how Sam felt, in a word. All this hustle and bustle going on around her at how this place could be cleaned up and improved, and Sam just didn't know where to begin. For a star,t it felt weird cleaning somewhere like this up, without it actually HELPING people. She'd heard what the Professor had said to Davie; it was just simulation. If she was cleaning up, she wanted to benefit people like her Pa, and her friends...everyone she'd left behind whilst she was enjoying herself here at Hogwarts.

Homesickness. That was the other feeling starting to seep in.

All the sighs.

She half-heartedly grabbed a broom, and started feebly sweeping an area near the front of the classroom. As she did so, she let her thoughts wander sadly.

If she could help them, what would she choose to do?