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Laundry. It was one of those chores that he hated, but clearly, one of the necessary skills that he needs mastering if he wanted to live a decent life. Like, literally...decent. Sure the school had house elves to deal with his mess and soiled clothes, but he knew there was no way he could afford to have an elf soon. Not with the university just around the corner. Ugh, university. Did he really have to do it? Like, what's so important about it when he just wanna go full on Pro Quidditch, right?
With his mind and being in the clouds, Charlie trudged into the room with his soiled clothes in his arms and made a beeline for the-- oh...heck no. He did expect muggle washing machines and dryers, and not some old school washing paraphernalia that he has only seen in like...old...ooooold muggle movies.
Without much hesitation, Charlie shook his head and said a low "eeeh, no thanks," to no one in particular. He turned, slipped on a good puddle of soapsud and came crashing on the floor with his soiled clothes raining down on him. With his dirty knickers on his face, Charlie groaned and massaged his hip. "Ahhh hell nooooooooooooooo..."
So much for laundry.
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