Once she joined the others, Cela collected everything she needed and started by staring at the bucket. Not the most productive of things to be doing and soon enough she shook herself off and filled the bucket with water using her wand and a non-verbal ‘Aguamenti’. She put her wand away and added the correct amount of cleaning solution , mixed it up and carefully placed the broom in the bucket to soak a bit, letting the handle lean against her shoulder while she examined the clippers and waited for enough of the solution to soak in.

The broom was a bit of a mess, all ragged looking and much like Cela had been feeling since she’d come back. She stayed quiet, subdued. The written part had kind of reminded her of herself again but as soon as she wasn’t submerging herself in academic stuff, she felt a bit lost.

After the broom had been soaking for the required length of time, Cela peeked at her head of house, and then busied herself with the broom again. She carefully let the solution drip off the twigs, which were still damp, and balanced it across her knee. She needed to let it dry but didn’t want to run out of time so she very carefully dried the twigs with another non-verbal, this time the drying charm they’d had to use in herbology. Might as well use it for something other than drying out tea, right?