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Oct. 26th, 2004 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityThey had been at it for days - dusting, organizing, sweeping, mopping, and scrubbing - but it seemed like they had made almost no progress. It seemed like the Black house was simply built of evil. The hallways howled, the attic moaned, the cupboards rattled, and Fred swore that he saw a tenticle reaching up from the shower drain.
When Harry came, there was a brief respite from the cleaning, but it was too good to last. Thus on a bright Tuesday morning, when she could have been out flying around on her broom, or loitering in London, or even doing homework, for Merlin's sake, Ginny was awoken with a not so gentle jab.
"Oi," Ron's face slowly came into view as Ginny blinked away the cobwebs of sleep, "Mum says we've to tackle Sirius' bedroom today. Apparently there's an infestation of ___ that needs to be smashed."
Ginny scrunched her eyes and let out a long moan. She rolled over and buried her head in her pillow, muffling her voice. "I'm so bloody sick of cleaning! Why hasn't he done anything 'bout the damn ___? He's been sleeping in that room for months!"
Ron shrugged and poked her again for good measure. "Anyway, time to get up."
"The things I do," Ginny threw off her coverings and stretched. "Right. Tell the slave-master that I'll be down in a jiff."
"All right, then," Molly said, overly brightly, to the army of scowling teenagers in front of her, "Fred and George, you two will start under the bed. Harry, dear, you'll tackle the bookcase. Hermione - the curtains on the left window. Ginny - the right. And Ron, you've got the job to clean out the wardrobe. I'll do the desk."
Collective groans from the peanut gallery.
Molly put a hand on her hip and wagged a finger, "Now, you lot, stop your whining. Sirius has graciously allowed us to stay here and the least we can do is help with the cleaning."
"It's not like we want to be here," Ron mumbled. He companions nodded sullenly in agreement.
Pretending not to have heard, Molly began handing out cleaning gloves. "Always keep your hands covered," she warned as she pulled her own in place, "The ___ have nasty teeth and their bites will keep you in bed for days."
When Harry came, there was a brief respite from the cleaning, but it was too good to last. Thus on a bright Tuesday morning, when she could have been out flying around on her broom, or loitering in London, or even doing homework, for Merlin's sake, Ginny was awoken with a not so gentle jab.
"Oi," Ron's face slowly came into view as Ginny blinked away the cobwebs of sleep, "Mum says we've to tackle Sirius' bedroom today. Apparently there's an infestation of ___ that needs to be smashed."
Ginny scrunched her eyes and let out a long moan. She rolled over and buried her head in her pillow, muffling her voice. "I'm so bloody sick of cleaning! Why hasn't he done anything 'bout the damn ___? He's been sleeping in that room for months!"
Ron shrugged and poked her again for good measure. "Anyway, time to get up."
"The things I do," Ginny threw off her coverings and stretched. "Right. Tell the slave-master that I'll be down in a jiff."
"All right, then," Molly said, overly brightly, to the army of scowling teenagers in front of her, "Fred and George, you two will start under the bed. Harry, dear, you'll tackle the bookcase. Hermione - the curtains on the left window. Ginny - the right. And Ron, you've got the job to clean out the wardrobe. I'll do the desk."
Collective groans from the peanut gallery.
Molly put a hand on her hip and wagged a finger, "Now, you lot, stop your whining. Sirius has graciously allowed us to stay here and the least we can do is help with the cleaning."
"It's not like we want to be here," Ron mumbled. He companions nodded sullenly in agreement.
Pretending not to have heard, Molly began handing out cleaning gloves. "Always keep your hands covered," she warned as she pulled her own in place, "The ___ have nasty teeth and their bites will keep you in bed for days."