Um... well... DUH.

Dora barely kept the eye roll to herself. BARELY. "Well I know what you're doing. I'm asking why you're doing it. We're in Scotland... it always rains here. " So that kind of negated the washing, right? At least Dora thought so, but she got the sense that this professor of hers didn't always think logically.

It was kind of endearing, really.

Almost.

She was still not trusting or liking him just yet. If there was one thing the Gryffindor was GREAT AT, it was holding grudges.