Pacilla nodded at Professor Virohsa, "Thanks, professor." She said happy that her broom was good as new now. "Alright, will do. I think the sweeping is almost done now, just a few more places to clean up and then we can start mopping." She concluded and walked briskly off towards the same row. hmm, this doesn't look like the same row... Pacilla thought, looking confused. There was no more sticky puddle and there were no more leaves or branches on the floor.

Then she looked up and noticed that the plants were different too. "Oh goodness, this isn't the right row..." she mumbled to herself, and distantly heard some students shout "Stupify" a few rows over. "wonder what that's all about." She sighed and walked the row and turned into the next one. Aha! this is the row! She smiled a little too widely and walked over to where she had left off (the sticky puddle), but she kept her broom up until she was right next to the leaves. Then she bent down, still keeping her broom on dry -not sticky- ground, and carefully touched the ground where the leaves were making sure it wasn't sticky.

Then she found it wasn't and continued to sweep, making sure she didn't get her broom sticky and when she finished she walked back to the broom cupboard and put the broom away but before getting a mop, she got a piece of bright yellow parchment and quill and ran back to the sticky liquid puddle and wrote a note on the yellow piece of parchment to warn others of the stickyness. Then she walked back to where the mops were kept and got a mop and bucket of water and went to the row she was just in because she was in the frame of mind that the stickyness would go away with water.