 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Cosgrach was watching him closely through slightly narrowed eyes, and he gauged every reaction.
First, Kevin was overwhelmed. A gasp escaped from his mouth.
The odour hit him, and his eyes watered with the terrible sensation. He didn't vomit, though. Good. Because he KNEW HE would clean that, right?
He saw him, at last, and gulped possibly because of the M A D written across his face. He was MAD.
And he fell.
Cosgrach's lips twitched in amusement. He was past the point of being worried for the kid, who got up soon enough anyway.
"I've only done what you did, Kevin," he coolly said, "I've had several accidents while trying to clean up, just like you had during class." He paused very briefly, not enough to let the boy interrupt.
"Accidents happen accidentally. Yelling at people and being a disrespectful brat don't. Spell or the muggle way, you are responsible of cleaning this room. I can reassure you, plain 'scourgify' and 'tergeo' won't clean it all." He'd also seen to that. "The broom is there." He pointed at the far end of the blackboard. There stood a muggle broom for cleaning. Beside it was its bucket and muggle detergents. There weren't any cleaning potions, though.
"If you behave, learn to keep silent and apologise from Alexa," he said, "I might help you." Because, did he hear the part simple cleaning charms wouldn't work? He'd need professional help. "Otherwise, I live here. I have all the night." Meaning, he would spend his night here, scrubbing.
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