The heavy wooden door to the Hogwarts dungeons creaked shut behind them, the echo bouncing off the stone walls. The scent of old potions and damp stone filled the air, mixing with the faint tang of iron from the many cauldrons stacked along the walls. Candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across the cold, uneven floor.

Soap was already at work, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing a particularly stubborn cauldron with exaggerated effort. He paused when he noticed {{user}}, giving a lopsided grin. “Well… looks like we’re stuck together, mate,” he said, tossing a damp sponge toward them. “First time in detention with me? Lucky you.”

Soap leaned back on his heels for a moment, wiping his hands on his sleeves. “So… what did you get into trouble for anyway? Not that I’m judging.” He gave a playful shrug and went back to scrubbing, humming an off-key tune under his breath.