Oh, my God. I don't believe I've been in here for years. Tsk, tsk, still the dump I remember it being- oh, honestly, aren't there any house elves that can dust around here? I may feel a sneeze coming on- no, wait a second, that's just my irritation. Surely there's a reason why I've been forced back into this despicable excuse for a dressing room? No? Then I must be off; dear Theodore's birthday party is tomorrow, and I'm always so entertained by the spectactle he and Morag provide.
Paddy? Penny? If you've followed me here, I insist you two clean around here before I contract something. Hmph.