Forrest stared in shock at the dirt exploding in people's faces. It was a hard call between laughing and sympathy, but a suppressed giggle left his mouth in the end, only for him to hear. The woman was scary, but he liked him somehow.

And the lesson started... he wanted to GROAN at 'cleaning' spells. He thought he'd be learning magic in here, not bloody house-work. Looking out of the window for a moment to think, he raised his hand.

"House elves' cleaning spells--" which he didn't know any, because he had YET to see one. Hopefully, professor wouldn't notice his incomplete sentence.