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Ethan nodded at Anna and looked around the dungeon. He liked it down here, it felt like home, even with the traumatic memories of detentions with Kazimeriz were attempting to bubble to the surface.
"Those walls are a little... greasy aren't they?" He looked up at a crack in the roof, "You would think that the house elves would just vanish all the cooking fat from the kitchens, but it appears that a majority of it somehow manages to coat this very wall."
Out of the corned of her eye, Anna noticed a slight movement, and she turned to see Professor Truebridge standing nearby. For a moment, she just stared at him, the look on her face similar to the one she'd had when checking in moments ago. The more she looked at the professor, though, the more her face semi-softened. He looked pleasant, not angry the way he should be.
Anna glanced up at the walls, her face wrinkling when she saw the grease the professor had pointed out.
Ugh. She was going to be sick!
Grease...and lot's of it at that! Anna turned her head from the grease, unable to look at it any longer. "I suppose not," she said, replying to his comment about the elves. "Seems they prefer the dungeons." The more she talked, the better she began to feel. Anna released the death grip on her book bag, but held it close for moral support, nonetheless.
At least Cale was here... Anna smiled at him in return and then turned back to Truebridge, awaiting the next set of instructions.