Harry (pl_harry) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-17 15:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !grabme, 1999 january, aurora sinistra, harry potter, hogwarts: great hall |
Who: Harry Potter and Aurora Sinistra
What: Detention; Sunday: I will have the tables cleaned away in the great hall and you will clean the entire floor by hand whilst being monitored by Professor Sinistra, who will ensure every tile reflects the ceiling perfectly.
When: Midnight
Where: The Great Hall
Status: Incomplete|Closed
Harry held the pillow case up with distaste. "At least it's larger than a regular outfit." Harry sighed. He couldn't believe this was the punishment Flitwick thought up for him. Harry was always under the impression that Flitwick liked him. At least, he had never felt this intense dislike from him before.
Harry wondered if he'd be allowed to wear his shoes and socks, or if he'd have to be barefoot. And what about underwear? He didn't want to go walking around the castle with his bollocks out for all the world to see! He'd wear them, and chance it. Harry slipped the outfit on over his underwear and slipped his shoes and socks on. He was glad he left Teddy with Hermione earlier, before he changed into this humiliating outfit the headmaster wished for him to wear.
It would have been better if they put him in Dudley's old rags.
Harry quietly slipped out of his dormitory and down the stairs of Gryffindor tower. He yawned. He was usually asleep an hour earlier because of Teddy, but tonight, he had a feeling he wouldn't be sleeping much.
Harry made his way to the Great Hall without meeting anyone on the way there. He was thankful for small miracles. He found the hall cleared of tables, even the head table was gone. Beside the door was a bucket filled with water, an empty bucket, a broom and dustpan, cloths, and floor wax. Harry picked up the broom and dustpan, and noticed that it was half the height of a regular broom and dustpan. He frowned as he asked himself why a house elf would use a dustpan when they could just magic the floor clean.
Harry took the buckets, broom and dustpan, and brushes over to the corner he planned to start in. He came back for the cloths and wax and tried to figure out which way would work best for him to clean the floor efficiently.
At home, he would wash half of the kitchen floor on his hands and knees, then as the washed floor dried, he'd wax the floor with a cloth. He figured that plan could work here, as he served his detention.
Harry started at the head platform. He began with sweeping. He crouched over, surely giving anyone who came in a show of his underpants. He swept any crumbs to the center of the platform, and when he made his way back around, he was able to dustpan them and pour them into the extra bucket. He then crouched on his knees and began washing with the brush and soapy water that was charmed (by a house elf probably) to stay warm and soapy.
Harry was already into his work before he heard anyone enter. His mind was blissfully blank as he worked, feeling the satisfaction of his muscles aching as he cleaned. He hated cleaning for his family, but over the years, it became a release for him. Something he needed.