Just when Sonea had decided to go back to the common room and rest for the rest of the day she passed a statue she had missed when she had walked the first time trough the hallway. She stopped before the statue and stared at it and blinked a few times with her eyes when she saw that the stature had his gloves on the wrong hands… Sonea wondered if this was done on purpose or if this was a joke from a student who wanted to be funny, and, Sonea thought with a smirk that it was a good joke, if somebody had done this. She looked down at the floor and did quick a few steps back, the floor was musty-smelling and dirty! Sonea was here with her vacuum cleaner but she wondered if her muggle tool was good enough to clean all this mess!

“Let’s try it” said Sonea to her pink rat, Little princess who was sniffing with her small nose the air around her. Sonea tapped with her wand on her vacuum cleaner and muttered “Vacavus”. The vacuum cleaner turned on now that she had used magic and she quickly tried to clean the most of all the dirt she saw. When she had succeed she looked proud at the vacuum cleaner she just had used, she had become really good at this spell!

"If today's the day I die, lay me down under the lights. Let me fall in love... Let me save a life..."

The Gryffindor continued to move throughout the castle, sucking up random dust here and there because she was bored or wasn't sure what else to do. But she was singing the whole time she walked down the stairs. And maybe she had received a few odd looks but she hadn't thought too much of it. Her cousin had told her that people only stared because you were doing something interesting, pretty, good at whatever you were doing, or weird. And Abby had already told Melanie that she wasn't weird, so it couldn't be that... plus the other three options didn't seem too bad either.

"And let me lose my voice singing all my favorite songs," Melanie sang, rounding a corner. Oh lookie. Old statue. Melanie levitated the vacuum cleaner behind her right over to the statue, stopping in front of it. She pulled a little pack of tissue out of her pocket (yes, she carried that around with her) and wiped a little speck of grime off of the statue before wincing. Ewh. Gross. "Evanesco," she pointed her wand at the tissue and watched it vanished.

Where did vanished items go again? Well, she'd find that out later. "You, Sir Boris the Bewildered... need a good cleaning," Melanie said to the statue, half expecting a reply before realizing how ridiculous that must be. She shook her head a little before picking up the hose of the vacuum. The sixth year cleared her throat several times and then tapped the hose, "Vacavus."

The whirring of the vacuum cleaner came alive once more and Melanie did her job once again - sucking up dust and grime and all things nasty into the vacuum cleaner. "And all I know is no one, no one lives forever. We will be remembered for what we do right now," she sang loudly over the sounds of the vacuum. Because she was practicing... not just the spell but for her future career. Unless she could think of something better to do when she grew up but really, what could be better than being a singer? To stand up on a stage in front of everything with the spotlight on you and the applause of your audience filled with your fans who were all captivated by your singing voice. There was definitely nothing better than that. "And baby I'm living louder... And dreaming longer, tonight."

Except it wasn't tonight. It was now. And it was still afternoon but what she sang in the song didn't necessarily have to reflect the events going on now. And she didn't write the song either so... all's good. And the area around the statue was getting all squeaky cleaner too... which was good because squeaky clean was like a rubber ducky and people liked rubber duckies. People also like singing as loud as they could which was what Melanie was doing.

Dylan had LUCKED out.

For his FINAL cleaning spot, he'd selected another STATUE. Yep, he rather enjoyed cleaning the statues.

With an almighty "Vacavus!", the vacuum sprang into action, and Dylan set to work...but not only did he get the statue...he also cleaned the area around it...The wall it was up against, they got some good suction...

"Vacavus!" Tap!

...and then the floor surrounding it...Those creases could be the worst apparently. He lashed out with the nozzle, making sure to get that extra good. It was his goal to make this the best looking area...since it was his last...

SCUUUUUUUUUUUUULP!

...and then he actually started working on Boris...With dust and dirt flying...Dylan flew with the vacuum. FLEW...

But then he was done. BAM!

Time to turn it in.

Cat was still wandering. She'd found that whenever she had a free moment, she liked to just walk around and see if she could find something new to look at. Hogwarts was a BIG castle and she was sure there were some things left that she hadn't seen, right?

With her hands behind her back, she stood and looked at the statue. Hmm. This guy was definitely bewildered. He looked lost, like her. Technically she wasn't lost, she knew where she was but still, this WAS a new country and all. She tilted her head, "You and me both, buddy." Yep.

" talking to statues sometimes means your crazy." she said as she walked down the corridor coming from .. places...

"I hope you don't do it often." or else this girl needed to be shipped off to Mungos .. STAT. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall to the left of the statue. "your not crazy are ya?"

It was almost as if she'd been waiting for the statue to talk back to her. The portraits did, so why not the statues, right? Cat turned and looked back when she heard another voice in the hall. It obviously wasn't the statue, nope. "Sometimes." She pointed out.

Was she crazy? Hmmm. "No, I don't think so anyway, that kind of thing usually runs in families and mine is pretty sane so far." Unless you counted Aunt Delilah, but she was a different kind of crazy.

" so far." she said in an almost warning tone "look out for that, cause normal people don't just talk to statues on the regular." pushing up off the wall she looked down at the girl "what house are you in?" probably ravenclaw, they are ALL sorts of crazy over in that house, sometimes crazy enough to talk to statues. she blinked and looked up at the statue, yeah it was not going to talk back anytime soon

"I'll make a note of it." Cat nodded and was a second away from saluting the other girl, but figured her usual sarcasm was more likely to get her slapped with this new person than with any other. Her self preservation skills were not lacking whatsoever, so Cat just nodded.

What house was she in? "Slytherin." Cat gave the girl a once over look but the only thing she gleaned from it was that she was older. "You?" Oh, and here was another question. "Are you crazy?" Just because she wasn't talking to a statue didn't mean she wasn't. In fact, maybe the fact that Cat was made her the sane one and everyone who didn't was crazy?

Ponder on that one.

So yeah, he stepped out of the classroom again. What's so wrong with getting fresh air. Besides Beeswax was an odd smell...to him at least.

He moved his things right next to the Prefects Bathroom and sat down beside the Bewildered Guy. He looked over the the items he grabbed and realized he grabbed a bunch of Ribbins. They were all too Colorful, and something told him that the Whomping Willow wanted less than anything to be considered Colorful except in the Fall. So Oakey went through each of the Ribbons and picked out three. A brown one, an black one, and a white one. he effortlessly tied them on the end of his Gandr and stood up taking all the unused ribbons back to the Classroom.

That was Easy.