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Seeing how akin the Hufflepuff was to listening to the calls of creatures and pick up on the subtle shifts in tone and pitch, Derf shift of the Divination professor's voice. What the man likely did not know was that he was really doing the sixth year, and the surrounding materials, a favor. So it was, just as in class with his badge, that the Hufflepuff reached into his robe's pocket for his wand - though this stung far more than turning over his badge. A wizard's wand was an extension of themselves and there was something to be said about stripping a wizard of that. Derf hardly deemed this necessary, sending that sort of message to him, to complete this task. Particularly since it had been of his own asking only that this was happening in the first place.
He really was proficient in bringing misery upon himself, wasn't he.
Though as soon as he had relieved his wand of its holster...the door swung open and Reese Callum stepped in. Relief washed over his face because FINALLY only to have that stripped of him as well. And in the form of a metallic hand, no less.
Bewildered, Derf stood there in silence along with Follically Challenged™ and shook his head in surprise when the man spoke again.
Wand...right.
Not that he felt he had earned this since his own tresspassings hadn't included magic to begin with. He could clean manually just as well with his wand nestled into his pocket. Still, swallowing, he handed the wand over with a reluctant and shaking hand and briefly wondered if doing so would make his wand feel betrayed and its allegiance shift any.
Sighing and without another word, he turned to move back over to the pile with the provided cleaning supplies in hand. He had been told he could do so...or at least he felt it reasonable to infer that 'begin' was the word wasted in the air as the door had opened and interrupted them. Tome back in hand, Derf prepared a rag with cleaning solution and began to gingerly massage the cover to relieve it of all its dirt and grime.
You couldn't even see what the title of the book was it was so...covered in gunk.
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