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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.