What in what.

WHAT. Without a question mark. Because it was so out of question. Or it should have been. Laundry. Outrageous. Even for him, who always obeyed the rules, who was afraid of any hint of rebellion, it was ridiculous. But he was quick to understand there was no joking this time as well. School was broke and blah blah. He didn't break it, did he? So why was he having the consequences?

He wasn't going to whine though, because that wasn't how he was taught. He was taught to be timid, not to ask questions helpful, and helpful he would be, until school got back to its grandeur.

His mind repeating 'what, how, with whom' questions in this sequence continuously on the way to the laundry room, he was carrying a bag on his shoulder that had all his dirty clothes, and his bed linen was in his arms, because his mother had always changed them once a week and he would exactly do that here. Luckily enough, the laundry room was on kitchen level, so he didn't have to travel all the castle with linen in his arms.

Once he arrived at the place, he dropped the linen down and just eyed the people there, waving at Alexa. He was still too shocked to speak right now.