Sticking her pizza into the oven Beverly almost let the oven door slam shut. They were supposed to clean without magic? It was a joke, wasn't it? Glancing around at her classmates, Beverly only believed it wasn't a joke when her gaze landed on Cutty Mordaunt. He was cleaning...without the use of magic.

Wrinkling her nose Beverly gathered all of the dishes and utensils she had used and placed them in the sink. She wasn't enjoying this. At all. This what elves were for, after all. She'd have a story to tell her dad, and he might even send an angry letter. Then again, Phabian Wayne was a reasonable man, and she WAS in Muggle Studies so...he might just pat her on her back and tell her to do it right.

Scrubbing the dishes and silverware clean, Beverly set them to dry, then turned toward her work area. Grumble-mumble. That needed cleaning too. BOO. At home she did not have to do any of this. House elves were always on top of their tasks, so cleaning was never an essential thing. Just when it came to potions, but that was an entirely different subject.

When that was done, the youngest Wayne proceeded to getting some plates (she knew where they were because she's been here and...stuff), and for the meantime wrote her name on a tag for grading. Lucky Hadley was, she got to eat a lot of pizza today. Bev got wondering, was this all a ruse to get them to bake for her and save her time? HMM?