Wait a second. So the Headmaster was serious about them having to clean the castle? And they had to do it all before bed tonight? Isla wasn't a complainer, but this was going to break her. She was exhausted. Not only that, she was sure they were going to do all this by magic, but apparently they were going at it muggle style? Or, at least Isla was. She was brand new to magical school. She didn't even have one day under her belt.

So having said that...where were the washclothes?

As Isla looked around the room, she was suddenly tuned in to all the sneezing and snotting going on around her. Some boy (Curtis) had even spit on the floor, which caused Isla to wrinkle up her nose. Okay, he was cleaning that up. Sorry, dude. Her eyes widened as the Head Boy pretty much laid the hammer down on that one and blocked the boy from moving any further. On that note, she was heading to the other side of the room. No thanks to drama this early on.

Jillian had made an offer for anyone to come over and help her, so Isla thought it her best bet to go that way. "I'll help, Jillian," she said. "Do we have anything to clean with? I don't think they want a brand new firstie trying to cast cleaning spells."