It was midnight and it was Winkys urn to clean the Arithmancy classroom…again. It was tedious really, yet no one would do it since Professor Dumbledore had passed on. Supposedly his spirit was haunting this classroom, or so a third year student had told Professor McGonagall tearfully two days after his death. Truthfully Winky didn't care; it would be nice to see him again. Yet she knew he was wherever good wizards go when they pass on. She wiped a tear which slowly trickled down her cheek and left. She could swear she heard the Phoenix's song as she disappeared.