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Laundry Room https://s26.postimg.cc/rdja3d389/lau...om-banner2.jpg Ever wonder where your dirty underpants wind up? Just down the corridor, not terribly far from the kitchen, the door to the laundry room can be found. What you will find in this room will, likely, not be a surprise. Within are no Muggle washing machines or dryers. Instead, front and centre, are large tubs with accompanying wash boards and sticks. A bizarre system of clothes lines fill the back of the room, beside which tables and large hampers await. |
open postieeeeeeee CLINK! CLANK! CLUNK! Was heard coming from inside the laundry room where Professor Wishart stood kicking his right foot at one of the laundry tubs where clothes were sticking out in very bright colours cursing angirly "This is an outrage! An utter and complete disgrace! All shocking pink, orange and yellow clothes! How does the house elves think i'm going to show myself to anyone now without getting laughed at?" A professor needed to look professional and there was no way in flaming flutterby bushes that he was going be eating in the great hall in near proximity of Headmaster Scrimegour clad in shocking pink staff robes that should be BLACK any time soon. Shaking his head Joshua was quite a sight for anyone that saw him now clad in yellow trousers, orange socks sticking out of his shoes, and a pink shirt that could be hinted under red robes. This was a NIGHTMARE! |
More should join cause lol The only reason why Dorian was walking down from common room to do some of his laundry was because his House was not on the schedule today and apparantly some of his dorm mates had been complaining. Mweh whatever. So with a couple of socks, a shirt or two and his favourite pair of jeans, Dorian opened the door to get inside of the room when he immediately spotted one of the professors throwing a fit. Startled, the Ravenclaw quickly hid behind the corner. Hogwarts was definitely changing if his first instict was to hide when he saw a professor. Still, Dorian could not help but let his curiousity get the best of him and he peered around the corner to see what was happening. And was the sight of him wearing bright colorful clothes just simply amazing! He had to bite his lower lip hard in order to not let out a laugh. Maybe he should come back later? |
Wandering back from the Kitchens, Józef found himself a little lost. Not that he minded - he didn't have anywhere to go right at that moment, and just maybe he'd happen across something else as interesting as the kitchen. So wander he did, before he came across another boy, who looked like he was trying not to laugh. Curious, Jó approached him. "What're you looking at?" He had the intuition to lower his voice, too. |
Being in stealth mode did not mean he had forgotten about his surroundings and when he had heard footsteps approaching he quickly turned away from the doorway and casually leaned against the wall with one foot against it and pretended to be sorting out his clothes. All of this turned out to be unnecessary because the source of the footsteps had not been another professor or, Merlin thank you, the new Headmaster. Seeing that it was just a younger kid, the Ravenclaw visibly relaxed eventhough he was doing nothing wrong, technically. Glad that the kid had the common sense to keep his voice down, Dorian motioned for him to look for himself. "Either something went wrong with the laundry or Professor Wishart has questionable fashion choices" he whispered back as he stepped aside. |
Something in the way the boy turned made Józef think that he was going to have a go at him or something, so his shoulders visibly relaxed when the older boy did. He raised an eyebrow when the boy stepped a side (something he still hadn't mastered, so whilst Jó was sure he was only raising one, both were somewhere high on his forehead) and with a nod leaned around to get a look. Eyes wide, Józef pulled back quickly and clapped a hand over his mouth. He was DEFINITELY going to laugh. There was no way around it. Eyes filled with glee looked at the older boy he was stood next to. "I hope it's his fashion sense," he managed to whisper, shoulders now heaving with silent chuckles. Even if he knew it was most probably a problem with the laundry, a boy could dream. |
We heard you boys.... Joshua kept kicking at the barrel for a good 5 minutes before he gave up. It didn't change the state of his laundered clothes and he was a adult man and a wizard. He could transfigure his clothes back easily but what he really wanted to do was to ask a house elf why his clothes looked they did. Joshua wanted to get to the bottom of WHY! It was then that he heard with some moments lapse how the door to the laundry slammed shut twice with some slammign. Nobody came over to him by the laundry station though which was odd. "Is anyone there? If you need laundry help then i'd be happy to assist!" |
Dorian waited and watched as the younger boy looked inside of the room and was curious of his reaction. When he noticed that he was going to laugh, the Ravenclaw had almost swept in to action to keep him silent but luckily he did not have to do that for the Gryffindor had clapped a hand over his own mouth. "Oh man, i hope so t---" Dorian froze his sentence and put a finger to his lips in a 'shush' movement. Had Professor Wishart heard them? Yup he had definitely heard them! Should they run away? No, they hadn't done anything wrong With a small smile at the Gryffindor kid, Dorian walked around the corner of the doorway and entered. "Yeah, sorry. I accidentally dropped some of my laundry but he helped me" he lied. He hated lying but it was for first year. He did not want him to get in to trouble. "Wait, what's your name anyway?" he asked. |
It didn't take much brainpower to figure out that the Professor wouldn't be angry if it was his own fashion sense (which was probably good, because Jó definitely didn't have a lot going on upstairs) but HOW AMAZING would that have been? He was still going to struggle to contain laughter in Professor Wishart's classes from now on, though. Struggle just like he currently was. The heaving of the young boys shoulders seemed to increase with the other boys 'shush'ing motion, and Jó was almost close to tears from holding his laughter in. His eyes widened when the boy didn't just RUN AWAY like he should have, but instead went to FACE the teacher. Suffice to say, Józef didn't go with him. He didn't run away either, though, just stayed out of sight of the door, sure his bright red face would give away laughter. "M'Józef," he managed. |
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Focusing on what Dorian was saying Professor Wishart quickly observed that his apology had several clear holes in it. Where was the boy’s laundry? And where was his supposed helper? Whoever that was didn’t want themselves to be seen, and why was that? Taking a step froward Professor Wishart asked with a gesture around the room. "Where is your laundry Dorian? And why doesn’t your helper want to come forth?" |
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