Trophies could collect dust, yeah? Yeah. Also, it was really really nice to see the trophies back in their rightful home. Not that she didn't enjoy the trophy hunt last term...she totally did. It was just nice to see them displayed so nicely and such. And hey, seeing the Hufflepuff name etched on many of them was most enjoyable to Ella. Mhm!

She carefully dragged the vacuum into the room, giving it a tap with her wand. "Vacavus!" This place was going to shine when she was done with it. Mhm, it was.

Ella worked her way around the room, getting the cracks in between the trophies and being EXTREMELY careful not to knock over or damage anything. These trophies were very important and she was very aware of that. She was also aware of just how much dust she was sucking up with her vacuum. Merlin, this was A LOT. "You guys were due for a cleaning. Definitely."

Apron-clad Anya headed into the trophy room next on her vacuum cleaning spree. If anything needed to be cleaned, it was sure to be trophy room.

Who liked looking at dirty prizes, after all?

She headed that way and looked around. Hmm... it looked like someone had already done this room. Oh well. She might as well spot check the ground, right?

She walked around and anytime she spotted a hint of dust she used a tap of her wand and "Vacavus" to clear the dust.

And soon enough, the corners of the room and the edges of the room were all taken care of.

After collecting the first ingredient, Dylan reentered the school...Instead of taking the steps leading back down to the dungeons, though...he went up, mind racing for a place to collect his next. Interesting thing was, the ingredient was on his person...in his trunk...shrunken down in his robes pocket.

He had been serious about not leaving his things in the Common Room.

Taking a few more sets of stairs and corridors, he arrived outside of the Trophy room and figured no one would be around here to spy what he was doing...Dylan didn't want anyone to know that he kept all his things on him...Crazy people might try to rob him or something. You could never tell these days. Everyone seemed rather desperate.

Kneeling down, he removed the miniature trunk from his pocket and set it down on the floor. Standing back up, he leveled his wand on it and whispered "Engorgio!"

When it popped back up to it's original size, he undid the latch and pulled the lid. He knew that the school's stores usually had Mercury...but didn't know if Students were allowed it. Just in case they weren't, no one was to know about this. After all...it was HIGHLY poisonous.

Finding the rather large vial, the Slytherin carefully removed it from the velvet lined case and laid it in a robe pocket by itself. Didn't want to chance that busting. That could be extremely bad...

After he got all his things back in order and the trunk shrunk back down and put away, he ventured off for his next ingredient.

Two ingredients down. Two more to go.