"Fred, George, what are you doing here?" Albert asked, feigning surprise as he looked at his roommates, who had their backsides in the air as they scrubbed the floor with mops.
"Mopping." Fred said flatly.
"Since when did you two become so hardworking?" Lee Jordan looked at the Twins with undisguised schadenfreude. Dungbombs were not easy to clean up, especially since Filch had refused to give them any cleaning solution. Using only mops and rags, they could not possibly get it completely clean.
"This is what happens when you throw Dungbombs around the corridors." Filch said to the people who had stopped to watch. "Don't think you can get away with doing bad things."
"Don't worry, I'll ask for leave from Defense Against the Dark Arts on your behalf." Albert reached out and patted the Twins on the shoulders consolingly.
"Why do I always feel like you're taking a little too much pleasure in this?"
"Am I?" Albert turned to Lee Jordan. "No, right? Who told them to throw Dungbombs around the corridor and get caught by Filch?"
"I thought they'd sneakily toss Dungbombs into the corridor." Lee Jordan was equally puzzled. Wasn't that just asking for trouble? Albert naturally knew why. If Filch had not been there, he would not have minded using the Scouring Charm to save them some trouble. Unfortunately, Filch was watching right beside them, so he could not do that.
It took Fred and George several hours to completely clean away every trace of Dungbombs from the corridor and office.
As a result, they missed lunch.
With aching backs and sore waists, the two could only head to the kitchen for Sandwiches, and they were now sitting beneath a tree eating.
"Where is it? What did you take? Don't tell me you got nothing." George