The Gryffindor girl was still in the shed chatting up one of the boys. "Do you not understand me? No girls allowed!" Vindictus grumbled something else under his breath. "Where are my crates of polish . . . and rags . . . and what in Merlin's name have you kids done to my shed!"

A vein throbbed on his temples as he looked for the materials he needed for class. "Only the Captains were to be in here . . . and now its a disaster . . . need to use my security orbs to see who's to blame and take away points."

He suddenly stopped on his verbal tirade and looked at the students who arrived for the lesson. "Grab an old school broom - they used to be propped neatly against the east wall." Vindictus pointed to the messy pile of brooms on the floor near the center of the room.