Two. Fifteen. Nine. Two. Three
At this moment, I can see the reason for our caretakers perpetually harsh mood.
The bathroom is a war zone. I was assaulted by falling Dungbombs -or Stink Pellets, I'm not certain- the moment I opened the door. The water looked close to overflowing, the taps weren't closed. I heard something explode, but no, I don't want to know. I don't care. Go blow yourselves up. I don't care. Wankers, the lot of you. I had to bath twice and cleaning charms thrice.
It stinks. I don't want to be anywhere near Filch when he sees the mess. I'm just gonna be optimistic and take this as a sign to not study for tomorrow's Herbology.
busyThe bathroom is a war zone. I was assaulted by falling Dungbombs -or Stink Pellets, I'm not certain- the moment I opened the door. The water looked close to overflowing, the taps weren't closed. I heard something explode, but no, I don't want to know. I don't care. Go blow yourselves up. I don't care. Wankers, the lot of you. I had to bath twice and cleaning charms thrice.
It stinks. I don't want to be anywhere near Filch when he sees the mess. I'm just gonna be optimistic and take this as a sign to not study for tomorrow's Herbology.
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