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Gryffindor Sixth Year
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Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d
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Rooney loooooooved charms. He did, really. The things he had seen older students do with their wands had been stuff he could only dream to be as good at in a few years. And if he worked harder for all of his subjects, then maybe his duelling would improve. It was only a hope and he had no proof that it would work like that for him, but it was worth it. Right? Besides, he had convinced himself that this was going to be SO fun. Especially with a panel of judges. It would be like an audition. And he was GREAT at those. So he was going to treat this as one.
………. Clearly an audition for Cinderella.
”Gross…” He muttered under his breath, checking the room out properly and feeling more sick as time passed. What was that smell? Actually, no. What was that smell and what was it mixed with? What were those SMELLS?! He considered if he knew a smell that would prevent him breathing in this foul smell, and decided to just man up. If Cinderella could do it, then so could he. First of all, though. He was going to get that window open in the back. He wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to use magic for stuff like this, but he didn’t want to mess it up, so he pointed his wand towards the window and spoke clearly. ”Alohamora!” OH THANK YOU. FRESH AIR. FRESH AIR. That was definitely his first success for the day.
His job was clearly to get this room into a spotless beauty in the time frame, and by GOLLY was there a lot of work to do! He cleared it out in his mind about what there was specifically… Definitely sweeping and mopping. Completely clearing out whatever was in that litter tray. That was probably the smell that was making his stomach turn. It didn’t smell anything like Pomegranate’s and his cat was an absolute disgusting animal. Ah., And then the clothes… He gave them a look and scoffed. How dare they clean clothes and then leave them in a room like this?! This was… Oh, this was awful. Those poor clothes. Those poor, poor pieces of fabric left in disgusting conditions. Repulsive. It sickened him. AND SO.. he was adding it to his list of things to do, that he needed to rewash them when he was done with his cleaning. It was fine. He’d been working on his hot air charm a lot lately, enough that he could get the clothes dry ridiculously quickly if he put his mind to it. Perfect!
Now to start. Where..was the actual question he should have been asking. Probably the closest place and that was the paper strewn on the table beside him. A quick swish and flick of his wand, accompanied by ”Wingardium Leviosa!” took the papers into the air and the fourth year had them dance a little up and down as he moved his arm direction towards the bin in the room. When he was certain they were generally above it, he released his casting by lowering his wand and watched them fall in perfectly. Maybe it was better for him to be creative with this? He was a creative person, so it made sense for him to make the most of this. ESPECIALLY when he was pretending it was an audition. He’d sing and turn his way around this room like he had the starring role in a fairytale.
He started with a simple singing of ‘Whistle While You Work’ from Snow White as he stretched up up up in the air and down down down to touch his toes. Then he shoooooook it alllllll out and set his sights on the broom. A swish and a clockwise twirl with his wand and a pause in his song for a confident casting of ”Liberum Arbitrium broom!” set the broom to work as he guided it around the room to clean. ”And as you sweep the room, imagine that the broom is someone that you love and soooon you’ll find you’re dancing to the tuuuuune.” To complete his goings on, Roo went alongside the path of the broom, in a repetitive triple turn and leap. Once then twice. Three times then four. Five and then six. It was evident that the Ravenclaw had been practicing the transition between a turn to a leap for his actual audition in December, and that was all thanks to Miss Olivia. His BEST FRIEND!!
Once he was satisfied that the dirt in here was all collected into one pile, he returned the broom back to where he had found it and finished his song. The judges were most welcome.
What next? Well.. he needed to get the rubbish pile into the bin and also get rid of alllll of this disgusting poop and whatnot, too. The scoop! That would be woooondeful for the dirt pile too. In the midst of a leap, Rooney cast ”Wingardium Leviosa!” at the shovel to get it off that hook it was chilling on and then as he landed.. he shot a ”Locomotor shovel!” at the same object. A leap was all he needed to fly into his confident persona and he KNEW he had this in the bag already. No one could fault him on being boring with anything. He wasn’t boring. He had fun in ways different to other people. He wasn’t dysfunctional or antisocial. He was Rooney. And Rooney was guiding the shovel into the litter tray to scoop and then dump into the rubbish bin. Again and again, often swapping to collect the dirt from the pile in the same way. After one or two tries, he carried on singing. This time with a new song, of course. ”Ciiinderelly, Cinderelly! Night and day it’s Cinderelly!” Because HE was Cinderella today. Woe is he. He even shuffled three times to the left and three times to the right continuously. ”Make the fire! Fix the breakfast! Wash the dishes, do the moppin’! Aaaaand the sweepin’ and the dustin’… They always keep her hoppin’!” He had even adjusted his moves to everything, a circle hand motion with his non-wand hand for the dishes, a sweeping gesture AND a whole hop!
When he stopped, he let the shovel sit beside the broom and took a quick bow. NO, NO. He wasn’t done, though! With an ‘s’ motion, his wand cast a perfect ”Scourgify!” at the empty litter tray, thanks to his months of practice at that one in his first year. It was a necessary, every day spell to him and he knew it would haunt him if he hadn’t got it perfect early on. He needed to finish the cleaning part of this song so he could move on so he took centre stage a stand on the table in the room – albeit a little wobbly, hm. And span around. ”She go around in circles, till she very very dizzy. Still they holler, keep a busy, Cinderelly!” AND JUMPED OFF THE TABLE. Landing on his two feet without any broken bones. See! He HAD been practicing his leaps and lands with perfect results. Little perfectionist, he was.
”Accio bucket!” As he would need it to mop, and wasn’t sure if he was allowed to use his hands for those little things. Not that he thought there would be a time he didn’t have his hands, because if he could hold his wand with one…then he could use it to pick up an empty bucket. Empty, no more! ”Aguamenti!” And now for the mop, oooooh. He also needed to decide on what song he was going to sing next, without repeating them. He just had an urge to practice his audition songs and the more difficult parts of his routines, but…he was on a time limit and he had given enough of a performance for now. And there was still SO much to do. Mopping AND dusting and the darn clothes! No singing. That was his decision. ”Liberum Arbitium mop!” Instead of following the mop around the room in leaps, he sat himself on the table to that the floor could fully be cleaned and he wouldn’t be in the way or slipping anywhere. PLUS it meant that he had a better view of the entire room and could spin on his bottom should he need to. Perfect.
… Clean floors! Oh, yes! First off, he cast a hot air charm over the immediate floor area around him so he could at least tread there. He needed to get a move on though. Maybe putting on a performance had been too much a focus for him and he’d gone way into his time with a whole lot of things to do still. Unfair… Maybe? He HAD had a lot of fun with it. His turns had surely improved with this impromptu rehearsal, also. Tergeo!” He cast, wand pointed directly at the table to clean off the dust there. Perfect. He cast that spell again over a piece of floor that seemed to have stains on it that the mop hadn’t been able to get rid of, before wiping the sweat from his palms onto his trousers.
Wand at the clothes pile, aaaand…. SWISH AND FLICK. And this was all so well on its way. ”Wingardium Leviosa!” Perfect. Carefully, he set them onto the now clean table and inspected them. Yeah.. that dust was definitely imbedded in the fabrics. They needed another wash. He wasn’t the greatest at cleaning clothes. He HAD been cleaning his in the bathroom sink once and Professor Draper had deemed him literally insane. (Which, he probably was a bit) But he could do something, right? Leaving the clothes in the basket, Roo made them all suffer through multiple castings of ”Scourgify!” Multiple, being four. And then he lay them out on the table with well-placed levitation charms.
This was the time to show off his hot air charm talent, spending half a minute switching his wand direction between three items of clothing. Ten seconds for each. And then he moved straight onto the next trio. No time wasted here!! And he surely had time to still fold them…
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