As if his ‘threats’ absorbs in his head. Haha, nope. He had plenty of time in the world. He liked his pace, he wasn’t going to rush. “There’s a rule about no running in the hallways, I’m just abiding it.” His voice loud enough to be heard. Totally relax. Besides, Nathan trusted Rylee’s judgements. He knew she was cunning enough to swerve her way out of trouble.

Finally, he got to the laundry room TWO minutes later. Kicking his way around just to find the cleaning supplies. No way he could touch anything. Gawd...he had never clean ...anything in his life. It took him a MINUTE extraaa just so he could read the labels. He had no idea what any of these cleaning supplies do. Whatever. He just going to take the whole LOT. Using his wand, he lifted the not-so-clean rags from the shelves and dump everything into the enlarged bucket he made. Dishsoap bubbly thing, checked. Ugly-brown brush...with hair on it, yuck....checked.

Nathan made them magically levitate above the ground and follow him out of the laundry room. Professor never specifically mentioned he couldn’t use magic to CARRY the supplies. Smirking. He returned back in exactly FIVE-TEN minutes later (who’s counting?). “Got them.” He pointed with his thumb.