He needed to learn schedules. So many schedules. It almost got him to miss a couple of classes because he thought he had them memorized when, in fact, he had not. Not correctly, at least. And this time it got him to drop by the laundry room on the wrong day, it seemed, if the unfamiliar names on the labels were anything to go by.
... definitely not Gryffindor laundry day.
It seemed pretty quiet when he stepped inside the laundry room, so maybe the house elves were occupied elsewhere for the moment, and he did need his favourite hoodie. Didn't need as in didn't have anything else clean to wear, but he was the most comfortable in it, and with the new casual Fridays rule, he was going to wear it even more often.
And it didn't hurt to do his own laundry for once.
So there he was, scrubbing and splashing with a mental note to clean up after finishing - why didn't house elves use magic for this, anyway? - when he heard someone sing. He blinked in confusion, but soon shrugged it off and resumed his task, oblivious to the twirling girl someplace else in the laundry room... so oblivious that he didn't realize he was humming along the unfamiliar song. It wasn't something he liked to listen to, but he did love to sing. |