Well this place looks dusty enough, Nigel thought as he brought the vacuum in with him. This was the perfect place to start his homework for Flamsteed. Now onto the cleaning.

He of course went to his bed first. He did not want to sleep on any dust now would he. He moved the vacuum to his bed and cast the spell. "Vacavus!".

It was working, just as he thought it would. He was careful not to suck up the sheets and such. Now that would be bad.

After about a minute of cleaning Nigel realized that this was not as fun as sucking up the planets like a super villain. Plus he had never vacuumed at home. So he could not compared this one to the one at home. Or even if he had one. He moved the nozzle all over his covers, underneath his bed. Many there was a lot of DUST and DIRT underneath his bed. He was reluctant to clean there. But knew he had to.

Nigel did not even bother to check if anyone was taking a nap or sleep in general. He just wanted to move on to the next place he had to clean. Once he did finish vacuuming his bed and surrounding he moved on to do the dormitory. He moved the nozzle to the floor and sucked up any dust. flint, or trash that his dorm mates and left on the floor.

The one thing Nigel did realize once he finished was that he was finding tons of owl pellets. Now who was not cleaning their owls. Hmm. it was a good mystery. But perhaps for another time. This vacuum were really loud. But, eh whatever. Once he thing died on him or need to be charge. Nigel looked around and admired the job he did.

Now this was a clean dormitory.

From the first floor, Ethan climbed up the many flights of stairs to get to his dorm. He wished he already had his chocolate frogs in his messenger bag, but he hadn't.. and it happened to be another potion ingredient he thought of right away and knew he could locate with ease. It just happened to be further away then he liked. But no matter now.. the long walk was good exercise for Quidditch anyway.

He stepped inside his room and walked over to his nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, he grabbed a handful of chocolate frogs and stuffed them into his messenger bag. Seemed something of a waste to donate his chocolate frogs to potions, but he decided he still had quite a few left in his trunk that should hold him over till he got to Hogsmeade. He pulled one more out of the drawer before closing it and took a bit of the chocolate. Two down, two to go..

JP walked around the common looking around to see if he could recognize anyone.

After a long day of classes, homework, prefect duties, and trying to find just a few moments of free time, Ethan dragged himself upstairs to his dorm room and collapsed on his bed. He was exhausted, but he had one more assignment to complete before he called it a night. And it shouldn't be too hard, to be honest.

Sitting up a bit, he took his favorite mug off his nightstand, then opened the drawer of the little table and took out the remaining tea leaves he had stashed there for the Divination assignment. He threw the leaves into the cup, then cast a nonverbal Aguamenti to fill the cup with water, somewhat pleased to see that the stream was more than just a trickle now. He was getting better at it having practiced it so much lately. "Finite.." Then.. "Chaudensis.." A wave of his wand around the rim of his cup and he could feel the water heating up. He set the cup back down on his nightstand for a moment while he leaned back in his bed with his eyes closed to meditate.

He felt his cat, Elise, jump up onto the bed and climb into his lap as he tried to empty his mind. His mind drifted through the events of the day, not really focusing on anything specific, just all the things he had to do in a day. Clearing his mind was harder than he thought. Opening his eyes, he picked up the cup of tea and took a drink, holding his nose as he did so. He could hardly stand the taste of this cheap, bitter tea.. but he didn't have much choice.

Once it was all gone save a small amount of liquid in the bottom, Ethan gave the cup a few good swirls. Er.. he needed his little plate and he didn't have it with him. Quickly he grabbed a few pieces of parchment from his bag and placed it on top of his nightstand, dumping the contents of his cup over top of it.

After letting the cup sit upside down for a moment, Ethan picked up the cup and looked inside, grabbing his notebook and textbook as well so he could assess his findings. First, near the rim of the cup, there was a long, curved shape that reminded him of a vase. He flipped to the portion of the book. Hmm.. a vase supposedly told of a friend who needed advice or consolation. He could see that possibly.. he was always willing to lend a listening ear. Ethan wondered just who might need his advice in the next day or so.. and hopefully it wouldn't be anything too dire.

Next, Ethan thought he saw a shape that reminded him of Professor Elwood's office resident - a parrot. He looked through the book until he found the associated passage and read. According to the book, a parrot is often a symbol of travel but can also mean a meeting or conference. Interesting.. Ethan thought that one over for a moment. Well, he would be traveling to Germany in the near future, to go home for Christmas plus also be meeting with his family and relatives.. is that what it meant or something different? His tired mind decided to move on.

Lastly, Ethan saw another shape right in the edge of the base of his cup. He thought it looked much like a magnolia leaf, which reminded him he needed to talk to Professor Bentley very soon. Anyway.. he looked up leaf in his book. A leaf meant good fortune and good health.. well, that was pretty awesome for his future. One couldn't ask for anything better for the future, he thought.

The Prefect quickly jotted down his notes, then piled everything on his nightstand. He got into his pajamas, then climbed into bed, his Siamese curling up at the foot of his bed. It had been a long day and didn't take long for him to drift off to sleep. Morning would come far too early.

Ugggggggggggh. Mo had been up the stairs to the boys' dorm millions of times, but it seemed like there were more stairs than normal today. More stairs that kept piling up on top of more stairs. And then more stairs on top of that. He paused halfway up the steps, rubbing his brow, and discovered that his face was warm to the touch and sweaty.

That was so unattractive.

He finally managed to make it to the dorm room where he toed off his shoes, shed his outer most layer of clothes, and then face planted onto his bed. Mo!starfish. The Healer had given him a potion and prescribed bed rest until he felt better - which had seemed like it would take no time at all back six flights of steps ago. Now he sort of hoped he'd just die. In this bed.

And he hoped someone would feed Titus after he was gone. Mo somehow managed to get to his pillow, and then he was out.

Garrick would NEVER admit that he had been crying over... THINGS, but he made his way miserably to the boys dorm and flopped onto his bed. Yeah. He noticed Mo and kind of sort of did and face plant of his own. ICK.

SCHOOL SUCKED.

So did girls. And his dad. And STUFF.

He grunted an acknowledgement toward Mo and then just laid there. Yeah. Laying was acceptable right now, yeah? YEAH!

He may have (he DID) peeked at Mo from the corner of his eye and wondered if MAYBE they could like... talk or something. People did that, right? He didn't really branch out in the friend category much, but he knew Mo Branxton was a decent dude. And at the very least they could like... grunt at one another, yeah?

Somehow Mo managed to survive his week in bed without becoming a smelly, crumpled mess. Perhaps if he was awake at all, he would have realized that someone had to be taking care of him all that time - the Healer or a house elf or something. But all he was aware of was that when he finally woke up enough to be alert, his pillow was damp, his pajamas were clean, and his mouth tasted horrible.

He rolled on his side and shoved up, looking at Garrick on the opposite bed. Hello, roommate person. "I think I fell asleep. Are you okay?"

Once he had finished the beginning part of the Gandr procedure thing, Ethan took his cut branch and headed back into the castle. He had a few other things to do that day.. classes, studying, prefect stuff.. but, once he had a free moment, he headed to his dorm room and pulled out the branch from his bag. He was sort of looking forward to working on this thing.

He pulled the book out of his bag as well and flipped to the section on runic wands. Alright.. now he was meant to strip the bark from the branch. First, he rummaged through his trunk, pulling out a small cloth and drawstring bag. Then, he sat on his bed, spreading out the cloth and tucking one leg underneath him. Holding the branch in one hand, Ethan took his wand in the other and began running it along the length of the branch, casting a shaving spell.

He continuously shaved the bark from the branch, allowing the pieces to fall on the cloth. Once it was suitably shaved, he walked over and set it on his windowsill, reading that it was meant to sit out in the sunlight and moonlight for a full moon cycle. That was a good place for that, right? Then he scooped up all the shavings and deposited them in the bag. He needed those for later..