Well, one bucket down. It was a bit odd to be shoveling poop up and trying to compete but if there was one thing Patrick hated, it was losing. With the poop from the first bucket gone he started back toward the poop. His feet slipped beneath him and for a second he thought he might go face first into the stuff. His arms flailed a bit before he corrected himself. "phew" he began to shovel the poop into the bucket looking up to see if his housemates had continued to work toward the goal of winning.

Did he know the prize? Absolutely not but why not win when there's a chance to be a winner? With the bucket full again, he set off toward the Slytherin bucket. He dumped the bucket and looked at the others around him gauging just how much poop they had actually cleaned up, "feels like were getting no where, maybe thats just cause I don't really know how much there was." he mumbled trying to encourage himself to go back in for a third bucket.