Paul had a bag in hand, his wand in the other, and he was making his way down the corridor slowly. Crumbled pieces of parchment, candy wrappers, and other random and various littered trinkets seemed to be cropping up in the castle, the more Paul noticed. It was November, and people were probably getting more schoolwork piled up as they neared December and the holidays.

He didn't mind taking a sweep, picking up trash. He'd probably go through it later for recyclable items and...non-recylable. Would any of this make good compost? Probably so, and Paul smiled to himself. Composting was a very relaxing activity for the man, and he thought fondly of his first year teaching at Hogwarts. He had taught the students how to compost in great detail. Ahh. Good times. Nothing like the smell of compost in the morning, either. A real waker-upper, yeah?

He hummed to himself.