Harry sighed as he scrubbed at the many cauldrons in Snape's class with a piece of dragon scale soap. He hadn't even done anything to warrant detention, but Snape had never been good at having real reason anyways. He scrubbed hard at the caked on potion and sighed as his fingers cracked with the strength of the soap. He wished he has gloves.
Leaning halfway in the metal he began grunting out words just to cure his boredom.
"Black... bird... singing in the..... dead.... of night,"
"There will be no Beatles in detention, Mr. Potter," Snape drawled from nearby.
Harry sighed in boredom and continued scrubbing. Neither thought about what they had just accidentally revealed to the other, nor did they realize that they had revealed anything at all.
