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demented_death_eater
"Good thoughts, all of you so I guess two points each should suffice," he replied and he pulled out his wand. With a simple swish and flick, the broom rack vanished. A few more flicks and jabs, and a line of rag mops marched out from the castle.
Light glistened on their bottoms as they came to a halt and hovered in mid-air.
DRIP.
DRIP.
Beneath each mop, droplets fell to the grass. These weren't just rag mops, they were WET RAG MOPS.
"Everyone - grab a mop and get in line! Make sure you're holding the mop in your left hand!" Vindictus ordered and he clapped his hands gleefully.
Miles managed to pull himself together and cleared his throat as he watched what Vindi was up to now. Following his gaze he watched as...were those mops? Were they dripping water?! What was he up to now...
standing up he grabbed one of the mops with a look that clearly showed how he didn't really want to do this. Holding it with his left hand he watched as Vindictus clapped his hands and raised an eyebrow. Ooooooooooookay.