These Battle Scars

They might.

It was just a suggestion.

With those NEWTs coming closer and stress increasing, I could really do with a bagel.

I'm sure the kitchens have one to spare.

"Now that’s just gross."

"I hope you had nothing to do with it."

He smiled at her.  ”I did say I would help.  Just direct me where I need to go and what I need to do.”

"The mop and bucket are in the broom closet," she said. "There's a mess by beds two and three."

"I know this, but they seem to be more active as of late," he shrugged.  "I just thought I’d come and visit, maybe help out if I could, since I haven’t been in here as much this year."

"Like I said, Slytherins don't do pointless pranks. If they do something, it will have a reason. This was just a cruel joke. And a mess that I have to clean up," she paused. "Unless you're volunteering."

"You’d probably want to talk to a Slytherin or one of the marauders.  They are your most likely subjects."  He lowered his voice a bit, "Though I would lean more towards the Slytherin’s."

"Not all Slytherins waste their time on pointless pranks," She pursed her lips as she looked over at the younger student. "Is there something I can help you with."