In truth, the shrug had gone entirely unnoticed by the man who was already moving into the room but he’d have been neither here nor there about it. It was contraband, he got rid of it. That was the extent of his interest in the matter.

With a lazy swish of his wand, the man conjured a chair and deposited himself in it. Now it was his turn to shrug. “The water in the bucket evaporates and you have to go get more.” Nothing too fancy there, just extra work on top of the work he had planned for her. “Hand over your wand then get the bucket and begin. You must pass through each obstacle.” A necessary statement as there was enough room for her to simply walk around.

“Get cracking, we don’t have all night.” He would busy himself with grading. It seemed of late that detentions were were he got most of his work done.