Not long after, Fred and George returned to the dormitory, covered in cleaning supplies and dragging their feet heavily.
"It's an absolute disaster," George slumped in a chair, reaching out to rub his right arm as he complained. "Filch was deliberately giving us a hard time. He made us polish every single trophy and badge three times before he was satisfied."
Fred groaned involuntarily, "My arm muscles are completely stiff."
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