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Originally Posted by
Devina Wellheart 
" The easy way?!.. I don't know who ya are, Sir.. Nor do I care to.. I think this place has turned into a fascist institution.. Or at least that's what the Gaffer has planned out... Along with the new Divination professor.. ", Cal griped back as he grabbed up the bucket and went to the far end of the owlery. He wasn't at all the type to do anything quietly.. Not when it was wrong to be punished for saying the word CRAP.. CRAP?!! Seriously?! A detention for NOT swearing?.. Bloody ridiculous..
" Watch me all ya like.. I don't give a frog's leg what ya do.. Just stay out of my way and stop ruining the silence.. Yur voice is upsettin' the owls..", he added as he crouched to start scrubbing the grubbing POO-COVERED floor... " Ya know this is hazardous materials to work with?.. The ammonia in their feces and the cleaner? Yur bloody brilliant, Sir.. And to think.. They got ya teachin' kids!.. ", Callum cuffed half under his breath.. Loud enough for Professor Foster to hear.
To be honest he didn't care what they threatened him with.. He wasn't going to bend when he was being subjected to an inflated punishment for saying a common everyday word!!! This was going to be a very long term..
His calm and composure never wavered. He stood, stony-faced, at the doorway while the youngster said his piece. He would much rather the young man get his anger out in a secluded area, far away from the new headmasters ears. After the mornings unfortunate display of complete disregard for the students safety in front of all the staff, he wasn't sure what Julian Scrimgeour would do behind the closed doors of a detention.
Yes, he heard him and was impressed that even in Mr. Prichard's apparent unsettled state he was able to call him sir.
"Once you are finished, you are welcome to return to the dorms and shower." Something he truly hoped Mr. Prichard would do. "In the mean time, you are welcome to use the gloves." He pointed to the pair of gloves that had been sitting on a towel on the ground, next to a small wrapped package, just opposite of where he stood at the edge of the doorway.
He checked the time, noting that the young Hufflepuff was making quick work of cleaning the floor.
"I know the task is displeasing. You are doing a fine job and, if you keep up the rate at which you are scrubbing, you should be finished soon." That would leave the boy plenty of time to clean up, finish any first day homework, and get some rest before another early wake-up call.