24 Apr 2020, 19:53
Cleaning Buff
Damion had found himself in the Greenhouse with a mask and some cleaning equipments. Sighing to himself, he thought it would be interesting cleaning the green house. It was very messy and had a layer of dirt on it. How did Damion find himself in this mess literally? Damion didn't know how to answer that. It wasn't like he had some answers ready for himself.
He was happy to be here. Yes for a fact. Damion couldn't imagine being somewhere else other than in this school. Damion was very happy to have received the letter. Sighing and bringing himself back to the task on his hand, he started dusting the window that had the grim and dust. He didn't know how this much dust had gathered up but he didn't mind getting it cleaned.
Picking a purple rag with some water on it he started cleaning the place. He didn't know what else to do other than to make sure the place was sparkling clean when he was finally done with it. He was wearing a dark colored shirt something that looked navy in color with black jeans. He was glad that he had decided to dress in something that might not get as dirty as the other light colored outfits he had. He looked at the grim and dust there and wondered... how would he be able to clean it all.
He didn't want to take the time to think much about it- as he knew it was up to him how he ended up cleaning the place. He wanted to make sure he did a good job. He had to regard this place as his own to make utterly sure that he did what was asked of him. Oh how he wished he knew some spells and charms to do the work but oh well this was his first year here. He wanted to learn to do spells and charms so his life would be easier.
He took a deep breath and looked at one window he was cleaning as it sparkled. He was happy that he had done a part of his job. But he had a lot of things still to be done. The floor was dirty with broken pieces of the pots and well the over grown vine. Well this place looked like a mess. Even though with one window shining clean, it still looked like a mess. Damion would hate to leave this place looking like a mess and wanted to make the place look tidy and clean. He wanted to do it the right way. There were no shortcuts to it and he knew that.
He picked up the picked up the pieces of the broken pot and collected it in a corner. Then he took a broom and swept the mud and dust off the floor. Well that wasn't the end of his floor cleaning. Mind you! He took a bucket of water, and a mop to wipe the floor clean. He wasn't done just yet. He had collected all the garbage in one corner and moved it to the dust-bin. Before moving to clean the other windows. He took another clean rag, from his pile of rags and cleaned another window.
He took a pair of sheers and cut the over grown vines. He looked at the rubbish that had been collected and thought why he had cleaned the floor before having done other things. He knew that he would have to do the floor all over again but well it wasn't going to be that dirty as it had been when he had started cleaning. After dusting and cleaning the windows, he looked at the floor which had a large pile of rubbish again. Picking up a orange colored dust pan and a red colored broom he swept the floor collecting the garbage in it before disposing it in the bin near him.
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He was happy to be here. Yes for a fact. Damion couldn't imagine being somewhere else other than in this school. Damion was very happy to have received the letter. Sighing and bringing himself back to the task on his hand, he started dusting the window that had the grim and dust. He didn't know how this much dust had gathered up but he didn't mind getting it cleaned.
Picking a purple rag with some water on it he started cleaning the place. He didn't know what else to do other than to make sure the place was sparkling clean when he was finally done with it. He was wearing a dark colored shirt something that looked navy in color with black jeans. He was glad that he had decided to dress in something that might not get as dirty as the other light colored outfits he had. He looked at the grim and dust there and wondered... how would he be able to clean it all.
He didn't want to take the time to think much about it- as he knew it was up to him how he ended up cleaning the place. He wanted to make sure he did a good job. He had to regard this place as his own to make utterly sure that he did what was asked of him. Oh how he wished he knew some spells and charms to do the work but oh well this was his first year here. He wanted to learn to do spells and charms so his life would be easier.
He took a deep breath and looked at one window he was cleaning as it sparkled. He was happy that he had done a part of his job. But he had a lot of things still to be done. The floor was dirty with broken pieces of the pots and well the over grown vine. Well this place looked like a mess. Even though with one window shining clean, it still looked like a mess. Damion would hate to leave this place looking like a mess and wanted to make the place look tidy and clean. He wanted to do it the right way. There were no shortcuts to it and he knew that.
He picked up the picked up the pieces of the broken pot and collected it in a corner. Then he took a broom and swept the mud and dust off the floor. Well that wasn't the end of his floor cleaning. Mind you! He took a bucket of water, and a mop to wipe the floor clean. He wasn't done just yet. He had collected all the garbage in one corner and moved it to the dust-bin. Before moving to clean the other windows. He took another clean rag, from his pile of rags and cleaned another window.
He took a pair of sheers and cut the over grown vines. He looked at the rubbish that had been collected and thought why he had cleaned the floor before having done other things. He knew that he would have to do the floor all over again but well it wasn't going to be that dirty as it had been when he had started cleaning. After dusting and cleaning the windows, he looked at the floor which had a large pile of rubbish again. Picking up a orange colored dust pan and a red colored broom he swept the floor collecting the garbage in it before disposing it in the bin near him.
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It passed you up and slipped you by. But we're all bound to end up back to where we started