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Samia Hogwarts was a mess - of the literal kind. But you know what? Missa preferred it a hundred times more than anything Beauxbatons had to offer. Thus also proved you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. HAH.
But while she was THRILLED to be back, and completely accepted Hogwarts for whatever state it was in - she wasn't entirely thrilled about this cleaning party. Because couldn't magic fix this and they could just all go to sleep? SHE NEEDED TO BE IN HER DORM BED.
BUT she was a prefect now - and Gunnar's speech was still very much a thing in her head and professor Schmoe's face clearly indicated that he could do with all the enthusiastic help he could get right now. Hence the brunette SMILED and nodded along as he spoke. Fake it till you make it, right?
"Professor Schmoe is right. Besides, how can we possibly SLEEP in this mess? Also - it really isn't fair on the elves to do all this alone, yeah?" Missa chimed in, faking as much excitement as possible. Hopefully the music and the snacks and the rubbish bin fun should help too?
Grabbing one of the brooms, the Ravenclaw prefect tried making an example out of this really really fun cleaning party and decided to join Ewan. "Alright, lets do this" she said as she BEGAN sweeping and nudged him along to move.
Well what would you know, the next person to talk was his fellow prefect. It was almost like this was expected of them, like they had a job to do or something. Who knew… Allowing himself to be nudged along, picking up a sweeping brush as he went, he joined Missa and started to sweep, a small smile on his face. Sure, sometimes he could be serious but there were times when the tall Ravenclaw just couldn’t keep a straight face and this was just one of those times.
Dancing to the beat in a joking manner, he swept the dust into various piles as he moved from place to another, using the brush as a prop for his dance moves as he went from time to time. In all fairness, the music in the room really wasn’t that bad. It had that retro feel to it. The kind that was cool without trying to be. Effortless. Something which his new head of house obviously didn’t plan but could learn from.
“How was your summer anyway Missa? Get up to anything fun?” the crinkles on his face on show now as he grinned, calling to her over the music whilst still dancing. It was strange how despite being in the same year as Missa and in the same house, he honestly didn’t know her that well. School could be funny like that sometimes. You see someone three or four times a day and yet you still know very little about them. It was a bit of a shame when you thought about it. Not letting this dampen his mood, he continued to throw some
'siiiiick shapes’, as Professor Schmoe would no doubt call it, his eyes on the look out for some keen student helpers. Who say’s the prefects had to have all the
‘fun’?