Cambri struggled not to grimace as he explained what she had to do. She'd never been a girlie-girl. Not in her entire life. Her love of shoes had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all. Cam was a tom-boy through and through. But that was gross. The worms were more than a little revolting. She'd never encountered them before...but she didn't do well with gross smells. The biting she could take...the scent...she could probably take. But tom-boy or not, she didn't like bugs.

"Yes sir..." She stated in the strongest voice she could muster, then took the bat from him. C'mon. You took a bludger to the shoulder. You can do this. It's not that gross. Think about that Skrewt corps you woke up next to last May. Cam reminded herself, and started working. She gritted her teeth as she looked down at the worm, then grabbed it right behind the head, so it couldn't bit her, then carefully began to unwind it from the end of the bat. Before she could fully remove the creature she pulled a bit too hard, and got a sample of the aforementioned puss.

Ew, ew, ew, ew. Think of the skrewt. This isn't as bad as Skrewt in reverse. She reminded herself grimly. More careful this time, Cam took a hold of the worm, and began to work it off the bat once more.