Dylan continued to scrub at the stone floor like it was his job. In fact, as he scrubbed, he drifted back to History class. Ugh...What even...He was so sick of those cloaked jerks showing up whenever they felt like it...Did they not have any protection?

He redipped the brush in the soapy water and continued on, letting his mind go on auto-pilot. He'd started at one corner and worked the brush further into the room...the scrubbing not only allowing his mind to blank properly...but to allow his muscles to get their exercise. Oh yea, this would be used for his Defense assignment. Why not?

Dylan went through the motions several times, rewetting the brush and then working it across more stones in the floor. If people had joined him, the Slytherin hadn't realized. He wasn't in the mood to really talk, anyway. Just wanted to cleeeeeeean...

Scrub.....scrub......scrub............

Finally, he got up off his knees and dropped the brush back into a bucket...snatching up a rag instead. Spraying some dust stuff on it, Dylan began wiping and rubbing at the material of the couches...As he wiped, the leather gleamed, finally free from it's dust blanket.

Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe....

There was absolutely ZERO thinking going on...

No thinking, just wiping...and scrubbing...and cleaning...