Dungeons .

Claude was like, looking for Professor Snape... when he noticed Karin leaving the hallway to Slytherin. "KAAAARIIIIN!!"

"OH CRAP NOT YOU!!" yelled Karin and she began to ran away as fast as she could from that creepy stalker.

He chased her. "WAIT!! D:"

"NOOO!!!"

"PLEASE! ONLY A MINUTE!"

"Well!" she spun around angrily. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Upon seeing how angry she was, he could only stutter, "I... I just wanted to... NEVERMIND!" He turned around and ran back to find Snape.

"Ugh! I hate stalkers! And I hate how I have one for a SISTER!" and she stomped off angrily.

And than, Matt arrived for his attention.

Gah! He had wimped out! Hours upon hours practicing in front of the mirror, all for naught! He stopped and hit his head on the wall. "Ouch!" He rubbed his forehead. Bad idea, Claude.

Sam arrived too.
"Hey, Matt!" he stood next to his best friend.


Filch arrived a big later, and had a mop, rag, and everything else needed for cleaning.

"Alright thanks," said Matt, waving at Filch cheerfully as Filch stalked off. He than turned to Sam. "...OK, how do we call for the rats like in Cinderella?"

But he didn't stalk off. Instead, he threw two toothbrushes at them.
"Alright, enjoy cleaning. I'll be a floor up." He began to roll the mop, and all his stuff off into the darkness, clearly going to the upper floor.




Sam just stared at the toothbrushes.
"...Eh, you think we'll have time to play Cinderella?"

"Of course we can! And, it will just make our work go faster!" And than sung a rather, high (Hey, he still hadn't hit puberty yet after all) and off key note, as an attempt to call rats.

"...MY PRINCE WEEEEL COOOOOMEEEE!" squaked Sam. His ears seemed to wiggle. o_o

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And of course, nothing came.

"I don't get it!" said Matt angrily. "What does Cinderella got that we haven't!?"

"BLOND HAIR. And she's a girl."

"Hey! I have an idea!! NICKY HAS BLOND HAIR, AND HE'S SHORT ENOUGH TO BE A GIRL! LETS ASK HIM FOR HELP!"

"BUT WE CAN'T LEAVE!" Sam cried out.

"Well, uh, you cover for me, kay?" And Matt ran off into the direction of the Hufflepuff basement kitchen thing.

"BUT-" Sam facepalmed. He picked up his toothbrush.
"May as well get to work, then..."

Sam was beginning to wonder where Matt was.

Sam was getting worried. What if Matt got caught?

He began to brush even fast in two different spots so that if Filch came, he would see that Matt had also done some, when it was actually Sam.