Characters: AJ and Open When/Where: After classes/In the halls Summary: AJ has to dust off all the paintings that he can in the castle for Filch. Distractions very welcome. Rating: Pg for now.
AJ's punishment for his brilliant impersonation of Flich was to clean every painting he could in the next few days. He wasn't allowed to use magic, he had to do it by hand. He didn't mind so much, because he could at least talk to people. It was better than what Slughorn made him do; scrubbing out cauldrons that sometimes had vile slimy concoctions in them. Merlin, some people were just awful at Potions. He was proud to say that Potions was one of his best classes, and he had yet to mess up bad enough that a sometimeg completly harmless ended up eating through a hand. He'd seen that happen before, actually. It was actually funny, once you saw past the fact that the hand was attatched to someone who was screaming louder than a banshee.
He'd been at it for a few hours now, and it was getting horrily boring. Sure, the paintings could talk and everything but all they wanted to talk about was tea parties or war, and when they got really into it AJ felt like he was sleep dusting. Eventally he'd just started poking the paintings really hard so they'd stop talking and start scolding him about how it wasn't nice. He'd been cleaning at a particularly dirty frame, trying to tune out the ramblings of the Knight in the portrait, when he dropped his rag and put his head against the wall next to the painting. "Some one kill me." he begged, aloud.