WHO: Adam and Bob WHERE: the kitchen WHAT: Bob's arrival, post-apocalypse. WHEN: just before lunch, Tuesday (10/27)
Chore rotations now that all of the school's house elves were re-dead, as opposed to un-dead, sucked. In fact, while he was standing in the kitchens trying to make the most out of the crazy insta-prep meals that had been delivered to feed the army that was in residence at Hogwarts, he was thinking of the best way to get out of ever having to be in on laundry rotation. Or dusting. He was morally opposed to dusting. He had allergies. Lots of students (and teachers!) had cats. It made Adam want to die. It was a legitimate thing.
But he didn't mind fussing around in the kitchen, even though it wasn't like actual cooking, more like standing around and pointing his wand at things to heat them up, or mixing them together. It was kind of boring, actually. But it was better than doing laundry. Or dusting. He was wondering where Schechter even got this amount of stuff on such short notice. Clearly Hogsmeade had hidden shops he hadn't discovered yet. Or Schechter had freaky connections. Adam was pretty sure he knew which was the case. He decided to stop thinking about it and get back to work, rummaging through boxes and singing to himself under his breath as he worked.