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Tegz 
Ah....
West visibly deflated.
"Yeah." He knew it. Only four goals the whole term, even if his passing game was flawless, was nothing like the standards he'd set himself in the past. And it was hard for him to deal with. Did it make it worse or better hearing it confirmed from Dylan? At least he wasn't offering any false stuff about it. He did prefer that.
The wall looked clean. West went to the door next since those got germy on the handles and all. He buffed on some of the Skowers, and rubbed at it with the rag.
"I dunno yet, that's what she said. So that I won't feel my bones growing."
He believed it though.
After getting all the gum wads removed from the bottom of the seats, Dylan went back to wiping them down. They really did stink...which was understandable considering the state some of Healer Tillstorm's patients come in with. Sweaty, busted up, bleeding, vomiting sometimes...Just gross. Especially on this middle stretch of seats...There was a faint odor...like soured milk...and the Slytherin immediately drew back, clamping a hand over his mouth.
That....SMELL....was one of his least favorites.
MERLIN...
Gagging a few times...but nothing coming up, Dylan grabbed more of that cleaner West had been using...Ugh...He just COULDN'T with THAT smell....Noooooo. ONE-ARM WIPING...EWWWW.
GURGLE!
Once the smell had been wiped away...or Dylan hoped it had, anyway, he moved onto the filing cabinets. His nose was clogged with the awfulness of soured milk , though...He couldn't smell anything else.
It was so terrible, he was literally gasping for breath...