Abandoned Attic Classroom

Froope sneaked around... sneakily in the abandoned classroom. It stunk of stale sweat (he spied a pair of old Quidditch uniforms in the corner... someone must have abandoned those up here and never cleaned them) and years of accumulated dust. He grimaced in distaste.

"I is Froope and I is going to make this room well again!"

Froope clicked his forefinger and thumb together with an electric snap! and the first layer of dust disappeared. Only 899 more to go, he thought to himself.

There was a bump at the entrance. Froope froze, and his disillusionment weave shifted into place so that he was quite invisible.