Curt's eyebrows perked up as Vindictus claimed he could fix it. Curt nodded and handed it up to the past Quidditch Professional. If anyone knew what they were doing, it was him of course. Curt sat there silently while Vindictus was working his magic. He stared at the dirty interior of the broomshed, it was actually quite cozy in here. Maybe it was just the presence of broomsticks, who knows?

Vindictus came back with the broom and Curt took it from him to clean it, "Oh, good stuff." Curt said, forgetting about the putty. He read about it in an ad of a Quidditch magazine... his lifeline. Curt simply nodded as Vindictus told him to add alot more coats, great. Curt went through the first coat pretty easily, the second one too. About mid way through the third one though, Curt had to stop and set the broom on his lap and rest. He stretched his fingers and popped his knuckles. As he did so, he watched as the older Gryffindor, he knew as Sheldon? Maybe Shel, have a little commotion with his broom. Curt grinning and went back to work on his broom's cleanliness. Which of course, brought back the strange memories of Lord Borrs class, even this smelly broomshed smells better than that place.

Several moments went by and Curt finally finished his last coated, and looked back up to Vindictus with a nod. "Good to go Sir." he said, offering the broom once again... ready to get on with the lesson. He was so tired of cleaning.