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The rag was tucked a little into his pocket, a fair bit of it still hanging out just in case. But Frankie doubted it'd be necessary at all, since he had a wand and everything. Cleaning charms were simple and quick, whereas cleaning the Muggle way were time-consuming and involved a ridiculous amount of labour for something so tedious. Though Frankie preferred to leave the cleaning to his mum or the house-elves. The professor standing in front of him, however, was quite adamant about not leaving so he could watch him do his 'good dead' for the school.
Way to dig yourself in that hole, Paton. Now you've got to actually clean. So he casted Tergeo and watched as some of the dust was wiped off the Hufflepuff prefects plaque.
"Oh really?" The Gryffindor asked, raising a brow up at the astronomer. "Care to lend a wand then, Mr. Clean? Double the man power?" Or, you know, go back to looking up at the sky so the boy could have his fun with a few select names and go on his merry way? Either option, having less cleaning to do or not having someone watching his every move, was just fine with Frankie. Not that he didn't mind the professor; his presence simply wasn't opportune right at this moment.
Detention? The blond shot Flamsteed a look. Initially Frankie was about to burst out that he hadn't done anything wrong, but he knew he had to play it cool. "And what could I have possibly gotten myself into to get a detention, professor?" he asked smoothly, chuckling. He hadn't done anything detention-worthy. At least not as of today, since the professor so kindly interrupted him.
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