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Who: Blaise and his Hufflepuff.
Where: The den of segregation.
Why: Someone's gotta clean up.
Blaise groaned when he looked at his room.
Di. Zas. Ter.
And it wasn't like it was back at home or even back at Hogwarts, thirty-five House Elves eagerly waiting in the alcoves to pounce on the mess. No. This mess was going to be his, and unfortunately, he'd never had much use for charms class.
He groaned again. And then spotted the dumb poster he'd watched his roommate tack onto the wall.
He brightened up before forcing his face into a standard kicked-puppy look. He crossed the room and poked his roommate in the face.
"Hufflepuff," he said, forlornly. "Wake up. I need you."
Where: The den of segregation.
Why: Someone's gotta clean up.
Blaise groaned when he looked at his room.
Di. Zas. Ter.
And it wasn't like it was back at home or even back at Hogwarts, thirty-five House Elves eagerly waiting in the alcoves to pounce on the mess. No. This mess was going to be his, and unfortunately, he'd never had much use for charms class.
He groaned again. And then spotted the dumb poster he'd watched his roommate tack onto the wall.
He brightened up before forcing his face into a standard kicked-puppy look. He crossed the room and poked his roommate in the face.
"Hufflepuff," he said, forlornly. "Wake up. I need you."