Cleaning..

Well all right,she could clean!! Cleaning was.. mostly safe! As long as she stayed away from the tires!

She dragged a bag over to the corner and reached down and started to pick up some trash and put it in.. she would rake the leaves later, but for now.. empty drink containers.. in the bag!

Old napkins.. Ewww

In the bag!

She didn't even want to KNOW what that was.. In the bag! This wasn't so bad! Mostly, and she felt like she was making it a safer place! That helped her feel better. The less things on the ground, the less ways for her to fall and trip!

"Actually, we should be getting a delivery any time now," Moxley said with a smile. She glanced towards the door and then back at him. Paul was the best for helping out in the plant department.

"Not in the supplies here but I can get my tool box," The Moxinator supplied helpfully. Because of course she had a tool box. Moxley was talented in all areas, even home improvement. Her talents really did abound.

Holding up a hand, she signaled that she'd be one moment and then stepped into the hall. A moment or so later and she was back with the tools needed for minor building projects.

"Gloves while handling the tools, please." And she'd be overseeing whatever it was they were planning on. Didn't need anyone getting hurt.

Spencer nodded. "Pleasure to meet you Rachel,you're a Ravenclaw aren't you, how do you like it? "Spencer asked her. He was always curious to think what people of his age thought about the house they were sorted into. He was almost a Slytherin, but the sorting hat seen more bravery in him then cunningness. Although he had traits of all the houses some, but he honestly thought that everyone had all the houses in them some.


Spencer smiled. "Sure sounds like a plan, I'm sure with us working together, we'll get them clean in no time! "said Spencer. Spencer nodded. "I'll remember that, don't want to waste good paint painting over wet buckets! "said Spencer. Spencer set to work on scrubbing the bucket, it was starting to look rather good, he was rather please with himself. Spencer set it aside and let it dry before he looked at the colors before him, blue which was his favorite color.

Spencer painted his bucket and looked over and seen that Rachel has finished painting hers as well. "They look rather good I must say, we did a good job on them, but what can we use them for? "Spencer asked her curiously looking at the buckets.

Had somebody said....delivery?

Professor Myers, carrying one pot, levitated the rest of the potted plants towards Meredith's classroom where her class was taking place! He was immensely excited for this class, too, since it had to do with one of his lessons coming up as well! Hehe. He had to stay focused on the plants, though, or they'd all come crashing down. And Paul...could not have that.

He opened the door with his free hand and as he entered the room, the baby!daffodils all began to honk...quite loudly, but he found the noise kind of sweet since they were just BABIES. They almost sounded like little ducks...

"HONKING DAFFODILS, ANYONE?" he asked as he gently set all of the pots down on the ground with his wand.

He waved at Moxley and hugged the pot to his stomach. The little daffodil honked timidly before quieting once more. "I've grown attached to this one, so I think I'll keep it for my office," he stroked one of the petals gently. "The rest of these, though, are ready for planting! Or just...you know....decorating! They're still small...but shouldn't need repotting or anything." He smiled.

This batch of daffodils had been taking up quite a bit of space in the greenhouses, so he was glad to see they would be put to use. Now he order his trees he had wanted. Yep. YEP. Speaking of space...Paul really wanted another greenhouse added on the grounds...he should speak to Moxley about this, yes yes. SOON.

Okayyyy..

Now that Azura had all the yucky stuff up, it was time to get the leaves up! She moved over and grabbed and rake and started to pick her way back to her corner! Things were getting cleaner around the class room that was for sure!

It was less of a maze and she could walk rather easily as she started to rake up her little corner of leaves..

Hmm.. she wasn't so very good with a rake, but she would be able to put leaves into a pile right?

Right! She looked around, wondering if anyone would help her out, but what could she do.. it was just leaves.. and a tool. She started to rake when another professor came in a distracted her from her task!! She looked up.. and then..

OUCH! Hit herself in the face with the end of the rake.. At least it wasn't her nose!

Colt heard the Professor ask the question about volunteering. He began to think of a time when he volunteered but he couldn't. He didn't really volunteer that much. So good thing he didn't answer. He heard Moxley was it? Yeah Moxley to ask them to help clean up. Yeah why not. He got out a broom and began to sweep up the dust and trash. He was kind of used to it in the city. His mother asked him to always sweep up the driveway.

He began to get into his rhythm and now he needed a dust pan. He began to look around and found one. He swept up the remaining trash into the dust pan and threw it into the garbage can. There all done. Now what else to clean. He saw dirty grimy windows and he shrugged and got supplies to clean those.

How could there possibly be this much trash lying around? Janelle continued to pick up pieces of this and that around her targeted area. She decided to keep to her perimeter since there were other students cleaning as well. Janelle's trash bag was starting to fill up and for the moment, her little area was looking much better. Picking up the last few stray pieces of trash, she put her bag down and went to look for a rake.

The trash was cleared and now Janelle planned to rake up all of the leaves in her little section. She was determined to make sure that everything was neat and tidy. Grabbing the rake, Janelle began to gather the leaves into one big pile. Since there were so many, she might have to have two small piles. That way, she could gather them up to place in the bags easier. Totally into the moment, Janelle began to hum to herself. She wasn't the biggest fan of cleaning up, but she did like for things to look neat. Unfortunately, obtaining one, required the other. Actually, this wasn't so bad and she knew that she would feel good after all of the work was completed.

Ugh this corner was FILTHY!

Tenacius kept brush the wall and that area of the pavement, tossing soapy water against it to take out as much of the filth as he could. He neared the fence and started yanking out the trashy stuff stuck to it-- the gum being particularly difficult to pull off.

He stood back for a moment, trying to catch his breath and give his sore arms a break. He was only about halfway through. Sighs.

Just keep scrubbing... Just keep scrubbing....


The Headmistress was gonna lend him her tools. Whoooah honored? To say the least.

Thanks Professor! he grinned as he received them. "Yup gloves, gotcha." Safety is important yes? But of course.

Flower delivery? Yes good. Jaemin gave the lady a salute and hopped off, looking around for tires that he could move. He only needed a few...

Ah! The small boy pulled one up from the ground and gave it a push; it was heavy, but it moved! He pushed it along until he reached part of the fence that the older students had already painted. He stopped it and carefully laid it on its side in front of the fence, minding the space so he wouldn't smudge the fence up. This would work, right?

He was looking around for more when his favourite professor made an appearance. Yay! Jaemin immediately zoomed himself over to the man, grinning excitedly.

"Professor!" He waved up at the man, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Are you gonna stay?!"

He looked at the flowers, fingers twitching excitedly. Could he take some?!

Cleaning? Without magic? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh

The Head Boy hated cleaning. He was good at it, because his parents liked to have a clean house and he had learned to clean at an early age but still, he did not like it. That was why he stood up slowly from the tire he was sitting on and slowly grabbed his school bag and unzipped and zipped up the bag a couple of times before he had nothing else to do but …cleaning.

He watched the others as they had begun to clean up. Making things from tires and what not. He just wanted to use magic…just one little wave…no one had to know right? He was tempted but then remembered he was in Muggle Studies and if muggles could clean without magic, he could do so as well.

He moved to the painters to help them out but then a sound from behind him caused him to turn around and he looked down to see where the ducks were. He definitely heard ducks quacking….where’d they come from? Shouldn’t they be in the care of magical creatures barn? But then he realised it weren’t ducks he heard but it was the flowers that Professor Myers had in his arms.

“I’ll help plant these” he said, looking around for Norah of course. She liked flowers right? They could plant them together. If she wanted to. If not, he could help this slytherin kid (jaemin).

Tenacius took the tools and proceeded to tackle the fence. This thing wouldn’t even keep cats out given all the gaping holes along the fence's wire mesh.

He slipped on the gloves, because as an old Russian once said-- Safety is our number one priority-- and he knew when dealing with tools, safety gear was important. He then began to untangle the mesh from the fence posts. It was tedious work, not the best kind of activity for the Gryffindor boy... But is it? Certainly taught him quite a bit about patience and determination.

Finally he managed to get a lot of it off, and set the wire mesh aside. Those can still be used mmhm, he's got plans for those later.

He proceeded to grab the saw and started sawing off the broken fence posts jutting out from the ground further down the way, farther from the wall. Those things were dangerous stuff, since someone can seriously just impale themselves on them. But as shorter pieces of metal they can be very useful support yes? Yesssss.....

It took a ton of elbow grease to get the broken posts off the ground. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and can feel his curls have grown damp as well. Ick. If he was made of lesser stuff, he'd probably be whining of manual labor at this point.

But no! He was a Gryffindor. And Gryffindors arent whiners.

Just keep sawing... Just keep sawing....

Eeek! Okay, she was okay! It was just a little bit of a knock on the head! At least it wasn't her nose!!

She turned her attention back to the task at hand and soon she had the leaves raked up into a pile.. Hmm, now what to do with them?

Ohh! She moved over to grab another bag and then scooped the leaves into the bag and nodded..

Mmm,that work! Her little corner was now clean, now.. how to beautify it?

Maybe.. some paint?

Overwhelmed.

That's how Sam felt, in a word. All this hustle and bustle going on around her at how this place could be cleaned up and improved, and Sam just didn't know where to begin. For a star,t it felt weird cleaning somewhere like this up, without it actually HELPING people. She'd heard what the Professor had said to Davie; it was just simulation. If she was cleaning up, she wanted to benefit people like her Pa, and her friends...everyone she'd left behind whilst she was enjoying herself here at Hogwarts.

Homesickness. That was the other feeling starting to seep in.

All the sighs.

She half-heartedly grabbed a broom, and started feebly sweeping an area near the front of the classroom. As she did so, she let her thoughts wander sadly.

If she could help them, what would she choose to do?

Finally got the broken pieces of fence posts off the ground. Tenacius then collected the metal poles and neared the other part of the fence, the one closer to the wall but was still sturdy enough to remain upright. Without the wire mesh, its now the perfect framework for the tire swings.

See?... The curly top wasn’t just some exuberant ickle with messy hair. He had a plan yeahhhh...

He grabbed the tire he was working on earlier and pulled it towards the fence-wall area, positioning in front of the pole fence. Sitting on the tire, he began to brace the shorter piece of metal against the pole fence then hammering them together. When they were secured together, he proceeded to hammer the bracing metal onto the pavement.

Just keep hammering.... Just keep hammering....

Janelle gathered up the last of her leaves and placed them in her second pile. Now she needed extra trash bags, so she went over to the supplies and got some. Returning to her leaf piles, Janelle began to scoop the leaves up and place them into the bag. Over and over, she repeated this task, until the piles disappeared and the bags were full. Tying off her bags, she dragged them to the side and looked around to see what else needed to be done.

Next, Janelle walked around her patch of ground and began to pick up stray branches. Fortunately, there weren't too many. After Janelle had picked up the last branch, she dumped it in the pile she had made by her trash bags. Now all Janelle had to do was gather all of the overturned buckets and put them away. It took about five minutes to get rid of all of the buckets and Janelle was done with her cleaning. Her area was looking much better. Now what could she do make it look prettier?

Chloe had been in this lesson the whole time, sitting on an overturned wheel to be precise. She had been here. Listening, doing her thing, being Chloe and so judging some of the boys dumber answers came hand in hand with that. But she was here and listening.

It took her longer than the other students to get to work on the volunteering aspect of the lesson because she couldn't really believe she was doing there here. Now. This was her whole life back home. Save the environment, fix the world. Blah blah environmentalist father blah.

Composing herself slightly, Chloe managed to get her monster of hair up in a messy bun at the top of her head. Very messy. Pieces flying everywhere but it would do.

She spotted her first task. Rolling one of the busted, gigantic wheels to the nearest trash bin. The very same wheel that Chloe was only slightly taller than. The wheel that was really heavy. The wheel that when she tried to push it all she managed to get out was a really loud grunt and nothing. It didn't move. It didn't even budge.

The twelve year old itched for her wand. Levitating it and throwing it away would have been so much easier. UGH.

She'd swept a small area, her thoughts still on what would be useful to provide somewhere like this. Not just pretty, or nice, or fun. But something that would actually make her, or her Pa's or her friends' lives better. And that's when it came to her...

Shelter.

The worse nights were the cold wet ones, when even her Pa's impervius charm didn't seem to help. Were the materials and help around to make a covered bed of sorts? She glanced round the room, not seeing much of the sort.

She did, however, spot a fellow Claw struggling with a large tyre. "Wan' a 'and?" she asked, rounding the tyre to where the girl stood, and bending down ready to help give it a push.

Chloe pushed, shoved, kicked at the wheel and nothing happened. Without magic, which she didn't see her other classmates using so she figured it was a no-no (Muggle Studies go figure), this task was impossible. And she didn't want to put any more effort into the tire if it was going to be difficult. She could help and get her grade in a much easier way. Leave the heavy lifting to the Gryffindors.

Or Ravenclaw? She was pretty much done moving that hunk of plastic until someone came to help her. Sam, she was almost certain the other girl's name was. The blonde blew some dangling wisps out hair out of her eyes and nodded, "Please and thanks." Chloe went back to pushing and found that it moved. And rolled. Until it was near the trash bin.

The second year stopped then and leaned against it. "How are we gonna lift this up into there? It's way too heavy." Was moving it near where it needed to be close enough? Could they stop?

Sam wasn't sure if she had been expecting it to move with just the two of them, but move it did, and soon it was next to the bin. Result!

Except, Chloe - the was the girl's name, right? - had a good point. Pushing and rolling it was one thing. Lifting it was another. Sam scratched her head thoughtfully. "We cou' repurpose it? I was gonna try make a shelteh, but I don't fink this'd do." She stared at the tyre some more.

"Wut if we put the bin in the wheel?" It might stop it blowing over in the wind or something.

So they were separating stuff?

Olivia overheard the conversation Moxley was having with another student. With a glance in her trash bag, it was confirmed that all of what she had was honest to goodness trash, or at least stuff that couldn't be recycled in the state it was in. However her next grab was of a glass bottle so she kept that separated until she got around to handing it off to wherever they were going to station those special bags.

But for now she was continuing to pick up various pieces of trashable trash and putting it in her collection bag. Olivia couldn't help but wonder curiously where the headmistress had gotten it all. Summoning? It didn't seem like something to conjure but that was just her and her limited personal experience she supposed. Who knew what a talented witch such as their professor was capable of. Her mother certainly managed a great deal.

Grabbing several more pieces of trash from her section of the room, Olivia came to another bottle and a can and realized she couldn't hang onto them too with the original bottle and her trash bag. Time to make a delivery to the recycling bag...just as the room was noticeably doubled in professors, Myers having joined them with a booming introduction.

"Hello Professor," she greeted the man with a smile as she carefully added the bottles and can into the proper bag.

The blonde looked around for help or a solution and neither came. She wasn't sure what she wanted or how to execute this in the most efficient way. This was why she hated volunteering. There was never much guidance. It was always just do what you think helps which was unhelpful. The most unhelpful instructions.

Looking to Sam the trash bin and then Sam again, Chloe asked, "Can we even lift the trash bin? What's in it?" She didn't know. Hopefully things of the non-heavy variety so they could just lift it up easy.

"Let's try," she offered. Chloe moved to one side and waited for Sam to join her.

Jaemin was busily playing with the flowers that his favourite Professor Myers had brought with him, but he hadn't completely tuned everything else out. He had been gently stroking one of the daffodil's stems when he lifted his head and saw two girls (Sam & Chloe) trying to lift a tire a bit away.

A TIRE HE COULD UUUUUUSE. It would have been far too big for him to move by himself, but with all three of them... He patted the daffodil one more time before taking off toward the girls. Talking to Professor Myers about the flowers would have to wait. He had to stop the girls with the tire! Don't throw it awaaaaaaay!

"Whatcha gonna do with that?" he asked, skidding to a stop next to the scruffy looking one (Sam) and reaching to touch the tire. "We can put it next to the fence with the other one, if you want!"

For his plan. Yes. He nodded.

a praised has given by the Professor for what he has done, that was good..

and yet he did see that warning look when he tried to call Jessie.. not good..

but now they need to clean up, means its okay right, to approach Jessie and to work in pair?? right? right?

after he use the gloves and took all the tool he need like bin bags, he start to picking every trash he saw and also come approach Jessie

"hey, wanna pair up? he offers her a pairing, team working on this

he kept cleans up every trash he could see and putting all in his in bags, when he pick up a plastic bottle, he was thinking that is was still could be use as a recycle furniture, like became a pot, or a flower vase.. anything..

so he raised up his hand "Professor Moxley, can we recycling this trash into something useful, like this plastic bottle, i mean.. we still could use it for a flower vase or many other stuff, did it need to throw it away?"

somebody came, he turn his sight a bit and especially after seeing Professor Myers coming with a carrying one pot of flower, the thought of re-using the plastic bottle became stronger, he widen his smile "hi, Professor" he waved

What was in the trash bin? "Trash, I reck'n," Sam replied simply. What else would you expect to find in one? And there was only one way to check, so she yanked off the lid and peered in.

"Or ya know, nuffin', 'cept the end of sum fish 'n' chips." A meal she probably would have scavenged out of there and eaten, if she was at home. She was well fed here though, so she didn't, and instead turned back to Chloe so they could put their, erm, plan, into action.


Except it wasn't Chloe she spotted first, but another firstie. A Slytherin, if she remembered rightly. "We're gonna put the bin innit, ain't we?"

For reasons, obviously.

Except...he had another idea? She looked at him curiously, and putting her hands on her hips. "'n why'd we do dat?" They'd just moved it HERE, after all.

"Homeschooling sounds fun" Kitty said earnestly. "Your mom was a teacher here? Cool! What subject did she teach?" Kitty wondered if Ariadne's mom would know anything about the backstory of the Tapestry in the fourth floor corridor.

"Um...I don't know where we are supposed to these."Kitty took the closed bag from Ariadne's hand and began looking for a garbage can. Her bag was full also, so both her hands were occupied. She couldn't see any trash can so she put both the bags at the edge of the room. "We can leave them at the edge of the room and pick them up after we are done. Or we could ask..."

In the meantime Kitty joined Ariadne in raking leaves.