The next day, Calleigh woke for breakfast and went back to work while the others were taking care of Doxies. When it was around lunch, she heard Mrs. Weasley knock on the door and she went outside and over to where the others were.
"Hey Calleigh. How is the room coming along?" Ginny asked, eagerly.
"Just like all the rest. Each one seems to take longer and longer. But that is just the cleaning. I am just glad that we were able to get everything off the walls," Calleigh said sighing.
No sooner had she said this then Kreacher entered the room, muttering things she had rather not heard. Fred and George loved to mess with Kreacher and found it rather amusing.
"Kreacher, what are you doing?" Calleigh said rather loudly and demanding.
"Cleaning, Young Mistress."
"That is a likely story Kreacher," Calleigh muttered before taking a sandwich and leaving once again to clean one of the many bedrooms.
It wasn't long until it was Harry's hearing. He awoke a place he began to call his room at the old house. The bedrooms seemed to be most of their favorite places, them being completely different from the rest of the house thanks to Calleigh. The lights seemed to shine brighter and bolder without the ancient Black taint on them that the previous residences had instilled in it.
As he hurried downstairs he saw that there were people waiting for him, Sirius, Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, and Calleigh. He didn't understand how she could be up this early, she had gone to sleep late last night.
"How are you feeling Harry?" Calleigh yawned lightly.
"As good as anyone in my shoes would be," he grunted sleepily.
"Good, then you should be just fine," Calleigh joked smiling.
When they got into the kitchen she grabbed some of what Mrs. Weasley had for them and went back upstairs, to continue to work on whatever room she was on now. Harry thought the she was working to hard, but didn't think he wanted to interfere.
By the time Harry had arrived everyone, everyone was ecstatic. Out of everyone that was staying that Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, only one person was missing, Calleigh. He had guessed she was up in whatever room she was working on. After everyone had finished celebrating he quietly went up the stairs and into the room he was sure Calleigh would be in.
"Hey, Cal," he greeted.
"Oh, Harry your back. Your cleared right?" she asked keeping focused on her work.
"Yeah. Hey, how would you like me to help you?" he asked generously.
"What? Harry are you sure. Well, alright, I s'pose."
Harry helped her clean occasionally for the next few days, which made the process go faster. But everything still went dreadfully slow. In the time that Harry had been cleared and the day before school she had only gotten two more bedrooms finished, and with only a few days left of the holidays decided to leave the rest for later. It wouldn't do her any good to leave a room unfinished.
Harry helped Calleigh the rest of the day which proved to be a great surprise to everyone else. The next day, though, their book lists had come and Mrs. Weasley was in a state of panic, since they had to leave the next day. Ron and Hermione had made prefects, which hadn't surprised Calleigh at all.