Miles walked over toward the roped off practice ring drumming his hands on his thighs uncontrollably. The medicine still hadn't worn off and he was wondering now how much he'd actually been given. Looking around he spotted the broom rack and walked over. As his attention wavered he simply grabbed a random broom from the rack without looking at its condition and then headed to get what he needed from the three crates. Handle polish...check...tail twig clippers...check...rags...check and a bucket....check. Feeling certain he had everything he sat on a lovely patch of grass. His eyes landed on the broom and he groaned at it's state. Who would leave a broom this way? And why did I have to choose it? Blah.

Pulling out his wand he cast a wordless "Aguamenti" charm and watched as the bucket filled with water. Finding it filled to his licking he poured some solution into the water and placed the broom into it to soak in the stuff. With time to kill he watched everyone else wondering if this was as entertaining to them as it was to him. He missed Quidditch. Catching Vindictus looking around he cleared his throat and pulled the broom out of the solution. Had to be enough time right? Shaking the solution from the twigs he grabbed a rag and the handle polish. Might as well do something useful until the twigs dried. dipping the rag in the polish he ran it lovingly up and down the handle with a smile