"I feel like I'm going crazy!"
Sirius Black tossed his rag aside and flopped into a chair. They had been scrubbing 12 Grimmauld Place for days, putting a massive amount of effort into clearing away layers of dust, cobwebs, and all manner of junk. Yet, not a single room was thoroughly cleaned yet; getting the place fit for habitation was no small task.
Sometimes, magic wasn't as practical as one might imagine, especially when dealing with a house that hadn't been cleaned in over a decade. Even when commanding rags to scrub diligently, it was difficult to get things truly clean. Many stubborn patches of mold required significant manual effort to remove.
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