Cleaning?

The Gryffindor looked around and after seeing that the room was still occupied with the flesh eating slugs and roaches, he sighed but grabbed the broom again. He had thought that the little creatures would have vanished after his rather insincere apology. Maybe that had been the reason? Mweh whatever, as long as they believed it. Which, it seemed wasn’t the case.

He had rolled his eyes after he had turned around so that the two Professor’s couldn’t see it, and had picked up the broom to sweep the floor in the corner and making his way to the middle of the room. Picking up the small shovel, he stooped down to scrape the bugs on the shovel and then stood up to throw It in the garbage bin which he had dragged with him wherever he went. He kept doing this for some time, all the while wondering when he could leave this stupid detention. He was so focused on the cleaning task that he almost didn’t hear Old Man’s question but he somehow still registered it in his mind when he was busy throwing another pile of the bugs in the bin.

A frown appeared on his face, but this time it wasn’t an annoyed or rebellious kind. He asked the same question in my mind again and his frown deepened as he tried to think of a reason for doing this. Why? Well, his original answer would have been ‘because I can’ but as he thought for a moment longer than that, he realised that he didn’t know.

“I don’t even know why I always make a mess in classes, i just do it because at least my dad will talk to me then." he answered with a roll of his eyes. "This is stupid, i don't need to give any of you a reason or achievement, whatever you mean by that and i want to go, i still have homework" which he wasn't planning on doing by the way.