 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Internally, Frankie was smirking from ear to ear. The Astronomy professor and his Head of House was buying the bait. But outwardly, the blond was doing his best to be a concerned pupil that actually cared about honoring past student leaders by polishing up silly trophies that didn't serve much of a purpose besides taking up shelf space. Sure, he'd be okay cleaning up some of the plaques for his mum and dad and a few others ... but he had better ideas to enact once he was alone.
The want to frown was a hard thing to resist as he watched Flamsteed unlock the cabinet and handed over a rag. Err ... had the professor forgotten that he had a wand? He wasn't serving detention or in Muggle Studies (not that there was much of a difference there), so the rag was rather unnecessary. Especially since he was going to be 'cleaning' the trophies on his own free will.
"Oh, I won't need a rag," the boy said, holding out his wand for Flamsteed to see. "I can just use my wand. It'll be good practice for all those cleaning charms I've learned over the years." See how good of a student he was? Doing some services for the school free of charge and brushing up on his charmwork? Nothing mischievous going on here. Nope. Not at all.
But he eyed the open cabinet and took the rag anyway. So close, yet so very far. "But thank you for opening that up for me, professor. And for the rag. Will use that as backup. But ... I think I can handle it from here." He wasn't a first year, after all. Having to be supervised at the age of fourteen was so not cool. Where was the trust, man?
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