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The grime on this wall was particularly thick, and I leaned against the sponge, pressing my weight against it as I scrubbed. The color was a bit lighter in my patch, and I let out a sigh, pushing back loose hair with the back of my wrist while breathing hard. This room would take forever. No matter what charms Mrs. Weasley put upon my sponge, or even the  wall, the dirt just wouldn't go away--a bit of elbow grease was still required. So I, being the only Muggle-born in the old estate, offered to help while the others rid the wardrobes and corners of boggarts or other unwanted creatures. My arms were aching just a bit, but I didn't