Before the start of term (because to do so afterward would have been a violation of the new rules) Sophie made special arrangements for a very special surprise to be left on her Berty's desk so that he would have something enjoyable to relax with when he finished with another exhausting day of being very busy and very important. The huge basket took up the better part of the desk:

Lord Borr was tired, he was sweaty. He was feeling the drain of having so many students and young minds open to him for - the only word that seemed to fit - worship him. It was going to be a very long year, but he was up for the challenge. He'd turn out the best men.

"Lita!" Berty swooned in the door to his office. The sweet smell that only Miss Melita could conjure was wafting through his office. She knew the way to his heart, the road map laying on his desk in the form of cookies.

Lord Borr took his cookies to his lounge.

Making sure the coast was clear before entering, Flynn walked into the office hefting 3 very full trash bags that he had collected from the rest of the floor. He knew that Lord Borr was teaching at that moment so he wouldn't be bothered. The man annoyed him; no-one was that important... except maybe him. Opening up a nearby cupboard he stuffed the bags in. They would smell in a matter of days, shorter if a fire was going. Finishing up he dusted his hands and smiled in satisfaction before leaving the room.

Lord Borr returned to his office after a hard day's work. The gleam from his immaculately clean floor and desk seemed to welcome him home. He was in his office, the door shut, when the smell - the putrid smell of trash - reached his nose. He sniffed once. And then again. And once more.

He was furious. Someone was going to pay. Lord Borr went to his classroom.

Jose waited at the door for Lord Borr

Iggy took a deep breath. He hadn't been prepared for that. Borr was evil. He had packed his bag up and left the classroom. He hoped people would follow. He didn't want to be the only one in Borr's office. He checked his bubblehead charm was still in place before stepping into the garbage smelling office.

Right he had to find the source. He smirked and waited for everyone to enter before pointing it out.

Having listened to the bellowing beast, Finn wearily made his way to the office of Lord Borr.

Before they even got there, though, Finn smelled a gross, disgusting odor.

Will followed the class to Borr's office,wishing to Merlin that he was better at charms so he could cast a bubble head charm or something. The best he could come up with was the anti-naseau charm he had tried to apply to himself before class... But he wondered if maybe he had got it wrong because Oh, de odor, mon! Naaaasty with a side of Gah! even from outside the office!

Maddox followed professor Borr. He couldnt believe they were doing this. He couldnt believe that someone would stoop so low as to do this. But he did as he was told.

Dimitri followed the Lord Borr wondering why he had to take orders from someone like him, after all he was a noble for crying out loud! Not a coat sniffer, if such thing existed of course.
Entering his office he couldn’t help but to wonder why was he so mad, his coat smelled, Dimitri would give him that, but he was overeacting! So he thought until that disgusting smell penetrated his nostrils – god! That was…there were no words.
“My Lord Borr, do you have any idea of what caused such a…smell?” Dimitri asked out of curiosity.

Kingston gulped as he follow Iggy into the class, looking over his shoulder do see that all of the boys were following them all. This was going to be messy, he gloomily thought. Once entering the office, Kingston's eyes scrunched up as the nasty smell invaded his nose.

Just as he suspected, the office smelled a bazillion times worse, and Clifford's stomach turned in disgust. He would sooner learn about troll wars and goblin rebellions or whatever History of Magic was really meant to be about over this!

This was just torture.

As the stench of Lord Borr's office filled his nostrils from all the way down the corridor, Liam thought about making a quick gettaway while no-one was looking. Nobody would notice he was gone – he knew hardly anyone in this strange and scary school anyway. But he merely gulped and followed behind the other lads, not wanting to risk feeling the wrath of The Lord should he be caught. He clamped his hand across his nose and mouth and stood and waited with the other boys for what Borr was going to throw at them next.

"Disrespectful, low down, DIRTY, JEALOUS poops! THAT'S WHO!" Lord Borr, who was obviously distraught, went to sit at his desk. His emergency basket of cookies came out and he started munching on the top layer.

"Billium or Leading Lad Wendleworth - Look in lower drawers here. There should be a box of my old toothbrushes. Pass one out to everyone and you all get to scrubbing my office. NOW. Mr. Potter found the source, good for him, now everyone start CLEANING IT UP."

Finn leaned heavily against the wall as the bellows rained down. His stomach turned as Borr began to eat cookies. How could he eat in this horrid environment?

As he heard the instructions, his stomach rumbled again. He weakly raised his voice. "Sir, I don't feel quite well. May I be excused to go to the infirmary?

Wahoooo Iggy jumped up and down in his head. He had done something right finally. Kingston's plan of getting him kicked out had backfired. Clean up the garbage? Surely there are House Elves to get this done. Lazy bum.

Iggy stood in the middle of the office, having found the garbage. He didn't really want to clean up, he most definately wasn't a house elf.

How dared him to talk to him like if he was some low life?! The nerve! Although Dimitri was feeling his blood boil in his anger, he chose to simply nod to the professor to avoid saying something he would regret.
And then he said it! Him a Romanov scrubbing his office! This all thing was absolutely preposterous! But than again he chose to hold his anger “Yes professor” he replied feeling disgusted by his own behaviour, but as someone said all for the cup! And he rather go back home bragging about a glorious victory than to appear as a lazy boy who couldn’t take care of himself.
“I guess we have to do it” Dimitri muttered to Will hopping that the Borr wouldn’t notice him.

Will looked at Kingston, his mouth agape. Toothbrushes? Lord Borr practices... actual hygiene? he was astounded. Of course, they ARE old toothbrushes... in the BOTTOM drawer. Maybe he broke the habit. He snapped his mouth shut and tried to cover up his incredulity. "Lord Borr, I'm shocked-- shocked! -- who would commit such a rotten, low act against a man who has become the very symbol of what Cooper's school for boys is all about?!" he said, going over to the drawer and searching for the box of old toothbrushes. Yes... the symbol of this school- full of hot air, useless, annoying and rather stinky, all things considered. he thought to himself.

Ah... here they were... toothbrushes. He opened the box and found a bunch of old, moldy brushes whose bristles had seen better days. He held the open box out to the other boys so they could reach in themselves to pick their tool of choice. Will sure as heck didn't want to touch them.

Will nodded to Dimitri. Yep, they sure did have to do it. Or else he'd eat them, or something.

He wanted them to scrub his office with toothbrushes!? Shouldn't this sort of torture be reserved for unruly students landing themselves in detention, not History of Magic students? This dude was off his trolley.

He reluctantly took a toothbrush and stared at for a moment before looking back at Lord Borr in disbelief. “C-can we not use magic instead, sir?” Liam asked with an apologetic tone while he scratched his neck nervously.

Clifford wrinkled his nose at the prospect of cleaning up all that rubbish ... with a toothbrush! Last time he'd checked, he wasn't a house elf -- but on the other hand there was no way he was about to disobey direct orders from Mister Gasbag himself.

"Thanks Will." Clifford mumbled, reluctantly taking a moldy toothbrush from the box the Prefect was offering around. Eeh.

"You can use magic for the soap and water, but I think all you boys could use some good, clean, elbow greasing, back breaking, HARD WORK. I KNOW WHO DID THIS! I KNOW! And we, my boys, we are going to TEACH THEM A LESSON! Show THEM how to clean!" Lord Borr stuffed a handful of cookies into his mouth, his precious comfort food, and got to his feet.


"GIVE ME A TOOTHBRUSH! I will make the first stroke on this GARBAGE! Oh this ATROCITY in my OFFICE! HOW DARE THEM!" Lord Borr swiped a toothbrush, went over to where the garbage was stuffed, and started throwing it out, over his shoulder. "CLEAN THAT UP! And start scrubbing!"

It was raining garbage.

Kingston grimaced once Will pulled out the box of toothbrushes. Great. They have to clean a stinking room, how dispicable. A shudder ran down his spine as he reluctantly grabbed a brush and observed it. The horror! The brush was grayish and had some dust bunnies on it, proving that they have no been used in a very long time.

"Well, let's go and rid of this smell, gentlemen." Kingston murmured, not excited at all.

Maddox did as he was told and cleaned lord borrs office with a tooth brush, even though it seemed that the mess was coming from the ceiling. "Yes professor." He said while cleaning. He couldnt believe he was doing this.

Barry started scrubbing this was something he had never ever done and didn`t plan to do again of cource he could he just scrubbed away he had done it before in detension so it wasn`t really hard