Doobedoobeeeee.

No, she was not spying on the other team try-outs. It was a free country, right? So she was allowed come and STAAARE at the newbies. But she wasn't here to do that. Nope. She was here to hoover. Blue dragged the vacuum along behind her, the nozzle over her shoulder. She was using BOTH hands to tug it because it kept getting caught. Stupid thing. Okay. This looked like a particularly dusty spot.

She grabbed her wand and slipped it out of it's holster. Tap tap tap. "Vacavis." Nothing. "Vacavus." The hoover vrooooomed into life. The fourth year ran the nozzle up and down and up and down the floor of the bench, sucking up dry and crunchy leaves, brown with the season. Not much help to the castle but maybe it would distract a couple of Quidditch hopefuls?

Once she'd vhooped up a total of nine leaves the hoover died and the curly haired brunette hefted the nozzle over her shoulder and whistled on her way, going to find a new place to make all clean and sparkly.