Neville Longbottom, carrying the lightest load, led the way as they approached Professor Rosiers office. He knocked softly on the door, and her slightly indifferent voice responded from within, Please co in.
Neville opened the door, and the three of them entered, carrying an assortnt of cleaning supplies.
Professor Rosier, Neville spoke nervously, his voice faltering, Mr. Pringle sent us to clean your office.
Professor Rosier, seated behind her desk, raised her head. Alright, let know if you need any assistance.
She promptly returned her attention to reviewing the students after-school essays.
Neville visibly relaxed, feeling the weight of Professor Rosiers imposing presence. Even Matthew couldnt help but feel its impact. Harry Evans, standing beside them, appeared even more frightened and pale.
Professor Rosiers office had a minimalist appearance. The furniture consisted of a bookshelf filled with books, an unidentified cupboard, and the desk and chair where she worked. There was nothing else in the room, making it easy to clean.
It seed that their luck was better than Crabbe and Goyles. They divided the cleaning duties among themselvesNeville swept the floor with a broom, Evans cleaned the windows, and Matthew wiped the bookshelf with a rag.
They moved cautiously, trying not to disturb Professor Rosier. Matthews gaze wandered over the book covers as he dusted the shelf.
He noticed titles like Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts and A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration. If it werent for Professor Rosiers presence, he might have been tempted to take a closer look.
For now, he focused on his cleaning tasks, stealing glances at Professor Rosier as she sipped black tea and corrected papers. When she suddenly looked up, Matthew quickly averted his eyes, fearing he had been caught observing her. With the bookshelf cleaned, he moved on to the cupboard.
A peculiar sll emanated from the cabinet, Matthew is vaguely familiar with the sll but cant pinpoint it.
Ti passed, and Neville ticulously swept the room, while Evans polished the windows. Matthew completed his task and proceeded to mop the floor, dragging the mop from the inside to the outside.
Neville collected the soiled rags in a basin and headed to the bathroom, while Evans prepared to assist Matthew. However, Professor Rosier interrupted him.
Mr. Evans! she called, pointing to a thick stack of waste paper on the table. Please take these to Mr. Pringle.
OOkay! Harry Evans stamred, struggling with the tall pile of waste paper before leaving Professor Rosiers office.
Now, only Matthew remained in the room with Professor Rosier. He felt a palpable stillness as he continued mopping the floor.
Soon, he approached Professor Rosier hesitantly. Professor Rosier, he softly requested, May I have a mont?
Professor Rosier abruptly stood up, her gaze scrutinizing Matthew from head to toe. He felt a chill run through his body. Thankfully, the scrutiny was short-lived, as Professor Rosier left her position and exited the office.
Matthew couldnt believe his eyesProfessor Rosier had left without a care. With Neville and Evans already gone, he was now alone in her office. His eyes wandered to the bookshelf, but he quickly dismissed any thoughts of snooping.
Perhaps Professor Rosier had only gone to the bathroom. If he were caught ddling with her belongings, it could have dire consequences.
Matthew reminded himself of Mr. Pringles warning, urging him to refrain from disturbing Professor Rosiers belongings. He removed the bench from her desk and prepared to mop the floor, but his movent halted montarily.
Before him, a small droplet of bright red liquid caught his attention. It appeared like blood, vivid and slightly unsettling. Considering its location, it seed that Professor Rosier had accidentally spilled sothing while sitting on the benchmost likely from her tea cup.
Matthews gaze shifted toward the covered teacup on the table. While he felt tempted to uncover it and peek inside, Mr. Pringles warning echoed in his mind, Rember, Professor Rosier dislikes others ddling with her things. Dont say I didnt warn you!
Without hesitation, he lowered his head and swiped the mop across the floor, erasing all traces of the liquid.
Shortly after Matthew finished mopping the entire room, Neville returned with a basin and a few rags in hand. I believe were done. Matthew whispered.
Okay, thank you so much, Matthew, Neville replied quickly. Great job!.
Just as they conversed, Harry Evans reappeared, looking breathless. Carrying such a weighty load had clearly exhausted him.
However, Professor Rosier still hadnt returned. The boys exchanged uncertain glances. According to common sense, they should gather their cleaning supplies and return to Mr. Pringle, but they hesitatedshould they inform Professor Rosier separately?
At that mont, a commotion erupted in the corridor downstairs. It was Mr. Donald, the golden retriever, barking like there is no tomorrow. Even though he barks when there are few rule-breakers caught in action, sohow this bark feels different as if he is scared of sothing
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