Stepping into the waiting room, Dylan surveyed the area that they were meant to be cleaning. She'd said MAINLY the waiting room...So, maybe after finishing up in here, they could venture to the beds and see about getting those straightened up.

The Slytherin Captain was no newbie to the Hospital Wing, of course...and everytime he'd been in there...things hadn't looked that organized or clean. It wasn't the Healer's fault, he knew. His peers were disgusting. That was the truth of the matter. They'd come in...bleeding and sweating all over the place...It was all gross business.

Healer Tillstorm was only one woman.

Whipping out his wand, he conjured up a bucket and scrub brush, quickly filling the bottom of it with Aguamenti!. "I'll start cleaning the floor..."...because magic was all fine and good...but sometimes things needed to be REALLY cleaned.

...And then he got to work, rolling up his sleeves and withdrawing his wand, he splashed water down on the floor, controlling the scrub brush with a levitating spell.

Scruuuuuuuuuuuub. Scrub, scrub, scrub...