 Krittika Joshi :: Ravenclaw ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Another loud pop and a new voice joining the mix told Krittika that another House Elf had joined the gathering, though it was sadly at an ill timed moment. Yes, this Ravenclaw was inclined to think that the washers were quite angry. And defective. She winced as the sounds increased, the louder decibels hurting her ears. With the level of chaos rising, she was quite ready to make her exit from the laundry room but then -
UGH!
Disgusting!
Two towels missed her, one slapped her in the face before falling to the floor, and one wrapped itself around her head. That was it! She could deal with any hitting aunty part of her but her hair? Kritti wrenched the one from her head even before she wiped her face free of suds. But it made no difference about her hair. The fact remained that she would be rewashing it later that evening. The offending towel was dropped unceremoniously. Krittika was annoyed now and wasted no time in unholstering her wand. Freezing couldn’t be the only way to stop the clothing from assaulting everyone but the young woman wasn’t going to do anything other than silently throw up a Shield Charm, exactly as Professor Khanna had taught everyone to, around herself and those nearby - and the elves if they fell within the proximity.
Oh look at that.
She had chipped a nail in all the shenanigans. Her precious rose pink-coloured nail. Whatever little good mood Kritti had left now evaporated.
Worst lesson ever in her seven years at Hogwarts. |