He had several accidents while cleaning up? The boy let out a mocking laugh while he looked around. These were NOT accidents. The Headmistress wouldn't even have hired the man if she knew that he was this messy. He opened his mouth to call the Professor a liar but before he could say anything the Professor talked further.

Slowly getting up from the ground as he listened, the potion sliding off of his uniform as he stood up and falling to the ground, Kevin narrowed his eyes when the man had called him a brat. "I'm not a brat...you are" wow, amazing come back Kev.

His heterochromia hazel and dark brown colored eyes followed the finger pointing towards the broom at the end of the blackboard. Wait...he was SERIOUS about him having to clean this room without those only two cleaning spells that he knew?! Bellaire had been right. The punishments at this school were far worse than just simply writing lines...

"Why do I have to apologise?" he asked. "She's the one who jinxed me!" see how unfair this whole thing was?

Holding his arms straight at his side and having his hands balled in to fists, the young Gryffindor didn't even wait for the reply and walked towards the broom. Or...at least he TRIED. The process of walking through the sticky potions all over the floor was very difficult and a scowl never left his face as he dragged his shoes through the room. He concindered himself lucky the man hadn't vanished his shoes....wait, he couldn't read minds right? O_o

Finally, after at least a minute, the boy was at the broom and lowered down to grab the bucket and muggle detergents. He looked at them, confusion all over his face as he held up one of the bottles. How on earth was he supposed to do this?! "But....I'm a Pureblood! I've never cleaned using these muggle stuff!" Well, the man had said that he could use magic right?

So the Gryffindor placed the bucket back down on the floor and looked around. Seriously? Where was he supposed to begin? Grabbing his Phoenix Feather wand out of his wrist hoslter, the twelve year old began to fill the bucket with water with an "Aguamenti" spell and while he waited for it to fill up, he looked at the glass scattered all over the floor "You even put GLASS over the floor? what is wrong with you?" oh right...language. "I am SO sorry for that". Using Finite, Kevin looked at the Professor.

"Uhm..." he began because he was torn between keeping his pride and asking for help. "Which...bottle do i use for the floor?" should he do his puppy eyes? Nah, he wouldn't go that low.