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He did not notice what had become of the grimoire he had been diligently working on, not yet at least. Instead the sixth year was sorting through a stack of parchment that was achingly out of order. He had page one...but then the next page was page 50 followed by two and three but then all the way back up to 30. His eyes did not stop to read just WHAT he was sorting, not yet, and honed on on arranging the pages just right. It took a few minutes, but thankfully whoever the author had been was assiduous in their numbering and labeling.
Blowing and wiping off some lingering dust, Derf searched around the nearby pile for something - anything - that he could use to fasten the papers together...which he thankfully did find in a dusty box of paper clip clamps hidden beneath tattered heavy fabrics. Cleaning the clip as well, Derf gave the papers one more flip through just to be sure that everything was in order and then moved back over to the shelf....and nearly tripped over the book he had been working on before.
Only he didn't recognize it as such just yet - seeing as the cover had reverted and the title indistinguishable once more. The only thing that registered in the Hufflepuff's mind was that this book had not been there before. Tilting his head curiously and wondering which pile it had tumbled off from, the sixth year moved to the shelf to place the unpublished manuscript when he saw the book he had placed her not five minutes ago was.......missing?
"What? Where did it go?" Had it sprouted legs and run off? It wouldn't surprise him seeing how The Monster Book of Monsters behaved. Spinning around and looking for footprints, his usually bright blued muddied a bit as looked around...and eyes fell on the book on the floor. Cautiously, and tucking the clipped papers under his arm, Derf picked up the book and removed the cloth he had used to clean its leather covered from his shoulder and wiped firmly across the cover. He had to reapply some cleaning solutions again and even more elbow grease...but soon the title revealed itself again.
........it was the same book and all that time spent cleaning it until it all but sparkled had been for not.
So...even following instructions, without protest, and giving the task assigned to you your wholehearted effort meant...absolutely nothing? More punishment since he had to clean it all over again? It all seemed quite contradictory to what was expected and a waste of everyone's time.
Confusion practically tattooed across his forehead, he looked over at the now trio of men for some sort of explanation.
"Was....the level of cleanliness unsatisfactory, professor?" Holding his tongue to keep the rest of his opinions to himself.
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