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Xerxes listened to both his Professor and the house elves that had Apparated into the Laundry Room. Before getting started sorting the dirty clothes, Xerxes raised his hand. "Uh, Professor. What, pray tell, is a 'wive's tale'?" he asked. He had never heard such a term before. Maybe it was a story that only a wife would know; like one of those "secrets of marriage" his parents had mentioned whenever they gave each other a salaciously knowing look.
While waiting for an answer to his query, Xerxes grabbed one of the laundry baskets and got to work sorting clothes. He had heard the Professor say something about separating the lights and darks. But really, what was a "light" color. He supposed that dark purple and navy blue would qualify as "dark", but what about more neutral colors? Like green, for instance, could be either light or dark. Blue, true blue, was kind of right in the middle; neither light, nor truly dark.
The color thing was confusing him. So Xerxes decided to sort the clothes into more useful categories; specifically: formal-wear and informal-wear. He grabbed a few articles of clothing and began to separate them. A blazer was formal. But the pair of shorts was casual. The neck tie was formal; while the bikini was casual. Xerxes continued in this manner until he had a sizable mountain of sorted clothes in front of him.
A question, huh? "
Old wives' tales are sayings that people believe are true, even if they’re not. It's not always the result that’s wrong—but the reason behind it." His wand gestured lazily at the board. "
Most old wives' tales are about health, luck, or how the world works, but they aren’t backed by experts. The ones on the board here show how Muggles in the old days used to share these remedies. These beliefs started before modern science was trusted, but now we rely on science from a non-magical point of view to understand what actually works and why." He hoped that made sense. "
Of course, we have our own too. An apple a day, keeps a Healer away. An apple isn't the cure to everything, but it sure is a healthy snack with benefits that any Healer would agree on."
Professor Leroy then took a walk around. Miss Joshi was working, and look at that, she helped to the elf beforehand. Being of a certain age, his eyes squinted then from a distance, was that a blazer? Bikini? Mr. Cadwallader must be sorting through a Professor's load. Though why the elves brought some of his colleague's stuff is a mystery. "
Remember everyone, you got other lessons and activities after this class, so don't overwork yourself. The pile doesn't need to be high, unless you're sorting through your own backlog of clothes." Which is understandable.
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Carry on.