At the words “maid service”, Fantasia’s face wrinkled in distaste. She knew it was necessary, but she didn’t mean she had to like the job. Mom had used to do this stuff to help keep her family afloat while dad was between jobs. There was nothing but bitter memories to her about a low paycheck for a lot of work. But schedules were schedules, and she wasn’t going to disobey either either of her leaders over a quaffle like that.
So with a sigh, she headed up the stairs and onto the third floor as assigned.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
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