LouAnn watched in wonder as Cela did something or another with her shovel. She was, of course, somehow making the job a lot easier for herself. After a quick glance at her own shovel, LouAnn drug the heavy object over to Cela, hoping the Ravenclaw girl would do that same something-or-another to it, too.

"Hey, erm, Cela? Could you...you know? Get this thing to do that," she said, pointing to Cela's shovel. She didn't exactly know what Cela had done, but it looked like she'd done something that would maybe...help a whole lot? Yeahhh. A few pieces of stray dirt flew past LouAnn's face, and she ducked just in time to miss a nice clunk of it that was headed for her hair. That Plymouth sure was doing some digging...