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Before he could investigate further, a familiar squeaky voice interrupted his thoughts. Beauden straightened, watching as Quirly, the frantic house elf, skittered over to him, her dripping rags flailing and spatula clenched between her lips. Beauden stood up from his crouch, brushing off his knees.
"Relax, Quirly, I'm alright. Haven't got any on my shoes, I think." He glanced down just to make sure, a quick inspection of his worn boots revealing nothing but the usual scuffs from his outdoor adventures. "Looks like you've got your hands full though, yeah? Would you like a hand?"
The boy's attention suddenly shifted to Professor Paton, her arrival as unexpected as the mess itself. She always carried herself with a quiet composure, but he could sense the mild confusion in her expression as she took in the ghostly imprints covering the stairwell.
"Looks like someone had a bit too much fun, Professor," Beauden said, half in jest, but his tone held a note of genuine curiosity. "I've never seen something like this before. Thought it might be a bleach charm gone rogue or something like that." He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair again, clearly mulling it over. "It's all over the stairs and bannisters. No pattern to it that I can see. Just... everywhere."
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