Austin glared at Gregoire. What was his problem? The Ravenclaw did nothing to this boy. Well, sure, he had gone out of his way to punch him, but that was over with. They had said their apologies, and had at least come to some sort of understanding. They had both come away with injuries, and the same punishment. At this point they were equals.

Scrub, scrub, scrub-a-dub dub.

As he moved down the suit, he let his mind wander. There were a lot of things he could think about, his family, his school work... but as he went down a list in his head, his thoughts turned to Ophelia. He was happy that she didn't have to sit here and wash and polish. But he admitted things would be a bit more fun that way. He wouldn't mind Gregoire so much if she were here, but it was good that she wasn't. He was sure her parents were already considering removing her from Hogwarts because of this. But this wasn't her fault, they had to know that. He wished he could tell them that. They needed to know she had nothing to do with it. She tried to stop them for Merlin's sake! Maybe I could send them an owl. He thought. It was a smart idea. He could send Athena with a note. Yea... that's what I'll do.

After he finished the backside of the last leg of the suit, he plopped the sponge in one of the buckets, wiped his brow, and looked down the line of armors. There had to be 40 or 50 total, and he had just finished the backside of one! Surely there was a faster way of doing this. He took a deep breath, and moved his bucket to the next one and began at the top, hoping things could go by faster.