 Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
They had been forgetting Miss Iris, humph! "You have been forgetting many of the portraits." She snapped back towards the elf. It wasn't just her portrait and she was a bit on the cranky side from looking through cobwebs most of the morning. "No apologies Toddles, just getting the job done and keeping it done is apology enough."
Painted eyes moving back towards the student she gave him a small smile, "Please call me Iris. I hope your sneezing doesn't last. Is the entire castle like this or just our corridor?" She gave a pointed look at the elves, if it was the entire castle she'd really like to know what they were doing that was more important then keeping the corridors clean.
"What year are you in young man?" She knew he was a Slytherin based on his robes, but she always enjoyed to know the years. |