 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Snip snip snip snip snip.
SNIP!
Tiberius jumped, a little startled, as Professor Vindictus got their attention again. Thankfully, the surprised snip hadn't bee out of place. The tail was looking good.
Placing the clippers back in the box, Tiberius concentrated as the professor explained how to polish the handle. Eyes wide at the sample of the properly cared for broom, Tibi couldn't imagine something lasting twenty years. That was... practically two Tibi-lifetimes!
Turning back to the broom once instructed, Tiberius pulled out the clothes and polish and considered the broom. Dipping one rag into the polish, he scooped out about a knuts-worth. Hovering over the broom a moment he took a deep breath before beginning to rub the polish on in precise circular motions. First up one side of the broom, and then, flipping the broom over, down the other side.
Annnnnd wait. Tiberius looked around the room, watching others work as he waited the requisite two minutes. No one around him to necessarily talk to, he drummed his fingers on the table, singing happy birthday in his head four times to mark out the two minutes. As he finished with a flourish in his head, he picked up the other rag and, starting with the side he had begun with, began to rub, once again in precise circular movements.
ONE.
Placing that rag back down on the table, Tiberius once again picked up the first rag. Scooping out another knut-sized portion of polish, he began to rub, focusing intently on his work, tongue occasionally poking out the corner of his mouth in concentration. Placing the rag down once again, he sang in his mind again.
Happy birthday to youuuu. You live in a zoooo. You look like an el-e-phant... and you smell like one too. Annnd again. ... you look like a monkey... annnd again. ... you look like a flobberworm... annnd one more time to mark two minutes. ...like a bundimunnnnn...
With a chuckle, pleased with his wizard substitutions to the jokey birthday song, Tiberius picked up the 'polish off' rag again and rubbed small circles to buff the polish off. Tibi smiled at the sheen that was becoming apparent.
That was... TWO.
Scooping one last knut-sized bit of polish, Tibi gently rubbed circles once more up the broom handle and then back down the other side, humming the birthday tune to himself, now that it was firmly stuck in his head.
Repeating his birthday song counting method, he leaned on the table and looked around, twisting the polish rag in his hand absentmindedly. His hands were covered, but he didn't mind. It felt good to take care of the broom... put some work into it.
Picking up the polish-off rag once more, he buffed circles up and down once more, delighting in the sheen of the handle. Placing both rags down, careful to make sure he still knew which was which, he turned to the professor to await the next step.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky
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