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Post by Professor Artemis Hawthorne on May 26, 2009 11:33:47 GMT -5
Detention duty. Again. Artemis had been a part of the Hogwarts staff for nearly six years and yet she was still the youngest and most recent member of the staff. As such, she was inevitably the Professor who either watched over the group of students who had landed themselves in detention or handed them over to Filch for a few hours. Before realising what a nasty little man Filch truly was, she had originally ordered him to oversee her detentions before quickly deciding that very few people deserved the sight of Filch sneering at them like a smaller, less greasy and much less impressive Severus while they tried to work without bristling at his petty taunting. If the man’s idol was Severus then there truly was something wrong with him. As much as Artemis respected the Professor for his proficiency in Potions and was amused by his sarcastic nature, she was very much aware that Severus held little regard for anyone who was not himself. She still delighted in making flirtatious comments to him though, just as she did with Flitwick and the other male professors, when they were in the staffroom simply because his reactions entertained her and Artemis had always been a troublemaker, just like the students she was currently watching as they slowly entered their detention.
“One day I’m going to get bored of seeing you all in my classroom when I’m not teaching you and just hand you all over to Filch for a few months,” Artemis informed them with a sigh, unsurprised when Lita merely threw her an unrepentant smirk before sitting on one of the desks and pulling another of Flitwick’s students, Layla Ellison if Artemis wasn’t entirely mistaken, to sit next to her. Some of the Graas’ stepped in a few moments, followed by Meredith Garwin and Ashlyn Swallow. Once they were all seated, some of them preferring to mimic Lita and Layla by sitting on the desks instead of in an actual seat, Artemis started her usual routine for the detentions. “Professor Snape has kindly sent some cauldrons to be cleaned after the mishap during his third year Slytherin and Gryffindor class. If that idea doesn’t appeal then Professor Sprout has also supplied some plants that need to be pruned, Professor McGonagall has requested an essay on the dangers of careless spell casting and I wish for the desks in this classroom to be cleaned since some first years seem to believe that doodling on them during my lesson is appropriate. As usual, I’ll let you decide for yourselves who should attempt which tasks but all of them must be completed before any of you can leave. And don’t go near the cabinet at the back of the room,” Artemis added as an afterthought. The last thing she needed was for one of them to release the boggarts she had captured for her second years.
“Ms Ellison, this is your first time in detention, am I correct? And you’re in trouble for causing a commotion in Astronomy.” The other students who had been punished for interrupting the class had been given separate detentions since it seemed like a case of bullying but there was no proof. “Ms Hollows,” Artemis sent the mockingly-attentive girl a slight frown, “I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been in detention but, as you so kindly reminded me last time, it’s fewer than your friends, for which I am immeasurably grateful. Your punishment is because you sent a hex at Professor McGonagall that turned her hair turquoise.” Minerva hadn’t been overly pleased about that, Artemis remembered as the corner of her mouth twitched with repressed amusement before turning her attention to the next two girls. “Ms Garwin, you’ve also been in detention more than once, and you were caught in Hogsmeade after curfew. Ms Swallow, yet again you’re here for fighting with your dorm-mates and proudly admitting it to Professor McGonagall when she questioned you about it.” With a frown, Artemis glanced at the Graas’ in faint confusion. “I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure why you’re here. All of you are on the list for detention tonight, but no reason is given for your presence here. Would any of you care to enlighten me as to what havoc you’ve wreaked recently?”
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Gabriel Graas S4
Slytherin
Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life and not as it should be.
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Post by Gabriel Graas S4 on May 26, 2009 13:03:25 GMT -5
Gabriel was the last one to step into Hawthorne’s classroom. The girl’s – noticeably enough, Merry as well – were already here as Gabriel’s eyes swept over the room. Lita had pulled Layla to sit by her on a table and Ashlyn had protectively gone to stand next to her younger cousin. Mother instincts at their strongest, Gabriel decided mentally as he watched Damon make his way over as well, seating himself on the table edge behind Ashlyn, who leaned somewhat backwards so that her shoulder brushed Damon’s. Jared fished out his harmonica as he sat on the table behind Lita and Layla and started to quietly blow a tune. “Unfair,” Gabriel complained out loud as Layla turned around to quickly hug Jared who sent a wink to her in return and grinned as Layla obligingly hugged him too. “No hug from the older blonde?” Gabriel demanded in a mock-whisper as he leaned towards Ashlyn, who sent him a scathing glare. Smiling even wider at that, Gabriel settled in next to Jared as they all prepared to listen to Hawthorne rattling off the detention reasons.
Gabriel blinked and exchanged a quick glance with Damon. The always silent Layla and causing trouble? Jared merely nodded as the brothers turned their glance to him. If anyone would be able to get a word about it out of Layla, it would be Jared. She seemed to have taken to him the most out of all of them. Everyone else’s detentions seemed rather regular, even if Gabriel wondered absently why Lita had decided to play a hairdresser. And well, Damon did send Ashlyn an exasperated glance: “What happened to the much-talked of subtlety when preparing hexes so that they’d be harder to take of? Not that I mind the lack of it in this case. And you know that we’re bigger and meaner than most other students.” Which was also true. Ashlyn was a part of Damon and tereby a part of all the lives of the Graas’ siblings, who had taken a very firm front against anyone who had dared to bully or pick on Ashlyn before. Most of the Slytherins had already turned civil towards her, but Gryffindors were apparently a more hard-headed stock. "Really, professor, Lita's curious and nothing hidners her hunt for knowledge. You can't tell us to stay away from something without reasons and expect us not to be tempted," Jared supplied lazily, even though most likely none of htem would approach it. They were all aware that somet hings were dangerous and they did tend to take good care of themselves.
Gabriel snickered at the puzzled frown on Hawthorne’s face: “A bit of this and a bit of that really. More of that than this.” Jared pulled the harmonica from his lips to offer a start of the list: “Being outside school-grounds. Out after curfew. Disturbance of peace, not that I usually get shouted down when I sing, but the other three did howl.” “Entering a bar underage,” Damon tacked on with a pointed look at Gabriel and Jared and Gabriel felt the need to defend himself at once: “Not my fault the girl at the door asked for a kiss rather than an ID. Remind me to check though if she was fired or not and send her a check and a reference if she was. She was a good kisser.” Lita snorted and Damon carried on as if Gabriel hadn’t spoken at all: “Underage drinking, yet again by Gabriel and Jared. Entering a bar brawl, although I’m not entirely sure we should get detention for that as it was outside school grounds.” “You didn’t get the chance to shed your school robe before we headed out, which adds soiling the school name, though it was a bar in the muggle-world, so people wouldn’t have known much about it anyway. Indecent exposure when Jared’s pants got caught at the corner of the bar, but that’s truly his own fault as I keep telling him to stop wearing rags, besides it was only for a ocuple of seconds before he managed to fix his boxers again,” Gabriel carried no when Damon paused to give a glaring Ashlyn his most innocent smile, “Although there was the part where Professor Minnie stormed into the police station to escort us all back to Hogwarts, even though we had just paid the bail for all of us. I’d say that prof Minnie caused a bigger disturbance of the peace in the station than we ever did during the evening.” “And improper student behaviour when Rister and Gabriel thanked our dearly beloved professor for coming to save us by kissing his cheeks. You can see the Ravenclaw intelligence shining by the simple fact that Damon and I had the common sense to kiss her hand,” Jared finished the list before the three smiled brilliantly at the snickering Lita and Layla and chorused: “But it was all Rister’s idea and fault.” “It was his idea to go out and relax for an evening. It was too early yesterday morning for the Daily Prophet, but we should be making an appearance in tomorrow morning’s edition. Don’t you just feel glad that one day Rister is going to be one of the people to direct the wizarding world politics and he can always say he has had you as a behavioural rolemodel who shaped him during the tender age of a school-boy, professor Hawthorne?” Damon mused with a carefully blank face, “He was detained by professor Snape while on the way here. He should be here shortly.”
“Come on, kid, we’ll take the plants,” Jared said, holding out his hand to Layla before steering him towards the corner where the plants stood. “I’ll take the essay I suppose,” Gabriel mused absently, “Have a party tomorrow so I’d rather not scrub the skin of today.” “I requested hierarchy punishment shift from professor Snape, which is why I was detained,” Rister added as he swept into the room with the same flourish that had Snape’s robes billowing after him, even though Rister was merely wearing black jeans and a black shirt, “My apologies, professor Hawthorne. Neither Gabriel nor I will be coming to detention tomorrow however. Snape appointed himself to oversee the double-detention I’ll be doing.” “You look disgustingly cheerful over it,” Lita commented moodily as Rister merely smiled at her, his eyes stopping momentarily on Merry. “Come here and write an essay to Minnie about the dangers of careless spell casting. She’ll be happy to see an essay from you for once,” Gabriel added as he picked up two quill and parchments from Hawthorne’s table before seating himself behind a clean table. “I am, Lita, as it’s the same as last year during the flu-epidemic,” Rister stated with a grin as Lita rolled her eyes. Snape did occasionally ran out of simpler ingredients like during the epidemic and then Rister’s detentions including going out to the Forbidden Forest to fetch them for Snape. It worked for everyone really, as Snape got his stuff and Rister got to do what he enjoyed and the school was glad that the detention had been carried out, even though the details of such detentions were never really spread too openly. “nd because if you cast a hex too carelessly it’ll be removed far too easily or wear off too soon? She knows I could already easily handle Transfiguration NEWTs and she has read plenty of the essays I’ve written, not considering the minor detail they tend to be rewritten and signed by my siblings,” Rister tossed back evenly at Gabriel as he walked over to seat himself comfortably next to Gabriel and picking up a quill, leaving the remaining four to find their own tasks.
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Post by Lita Hollows R6 on May 26, 2009 13:52:26 GMT -5
“Detention isn’t that bad,” Lita assured Layla cheerfully as they sat on a desk in Hawthorne’s classroom, the younger girl sitting between her legs as Lita absent-mindedly braided the blonde hair. It was Layla’s first detention and it had made her nervous, more so than the prospect of simply being in trouble rightfully should have. So Lita, with unusual rashness, had deliberately aimed her wand past Rister in Transfiguration and promptly landed herself in detention even after complimenting McGonagall on the lovely shade of turquoise colouring her hair. Some people just didn’t know how to accept compliments. Ashlyn joined them after a little while, though she chose to sit on a chair instead of on the desk. “I always seem to end up with Hawthorne overseeing the detention,” Lita told the two blondes cheerfully, finishing off Layla’s braid with a brightly coloured ribbon. “So she hates seeing me, probably because I almost always show up with Rister trailing behind me, and I quite enjoy her detentions because she’s nicer than Filch and he’s the only other alternative really.”
After Professor Hawthorne finished listing the series of offences, Ashlyn raised her hand patiently and waited for the professor’s nod to indicate that she could speak. “Layla, I’d like to remind you that violence is never the answer. Unless you ask someone else to fight for you. You’re too young to be lectured by Pomfrey about blackened eyes and bruises.” Lita snorted with laughter, remembering her own first year and the fights that had been caused by her temper and pride, but nodded solemnly when Layla turned her head slightly to blink up at her questioningly. “She’s right, in a way. We’d all fight for you but you also need to fight for yourself. And I can make any healing potions we need anyway.” Though Jared’s comment about the oddly forbidden cabinet and her insatiable curiousity made her stick her tongue out at him, Lita obligingly nodded at Professor Hawthorne in confirmation. “I’m more curious than a kitten, Professor. It’s a terrible character flaw of mine, I’m afraid. Simply knowing that I’m not supposed to go anywhere near that cabinet makes me want to go and open it right this moment. The boys might have to sit on me to make sure I can’t move.”
Merry, still slightly shy and wary, had joined them and Lita shifted over on the desk to give her room to join them. She was still tutoring the Hufflepuff in Potions and there was more of an understanding between them now. It wasn’t easy but Lita had never chosen the easy things in life. If she wanted easy then she wouldn’t have fallen in love with Gaenor, for a start. Adrian still wasn’t entirely happy with the situation but at least he had stopped asking if she was truly sure. Ashlyn, Lita noticed when she glanced at the Gryffindor, was glaring at Damon fiercely with a look in her eyes that told everyone who cared to look that Damon was going to be scolded and argued with as soon as the detention was over. Layla however was more like Lita in the sense that she was thoroughly entertained by the list of reasons for being stuck in detention but there was a glimmer of awed shock that Lita had lost long ago. Merry shared the same look of shock, but appeared slightly more doubtful than either Layla or Ashlyn. “I can’t believe you started a fight in a bar,” Lita shook her head in mock-disappointment, cowering away laughingly when Ashlyn aimed the dark glare at her instead of Damon. “Calm down,” Lita soothed the blonde with the hint of a smirk, “it wasn’t Damon who showed his boxers to everyone in the bar so there’s absolutely no need to be jealous. But if you consider that Merry’s actually seen Rister naked and they’re not even dating then you do have rather a lot of catching up to do,” Lita added impishly for the simple reason of seeing Merry flush darkly and hearing Ashlyn deny the claim that she and Damon were dating. Quite probably tiring of the chaos, though she should really be used to it after so many detentions containing some, if not all, of the Graas boys, Professor Hawthorne, with an equally blank face, responded to Damon’s comment: “Oh yes, I really am very glad. And I’m certain Rister will be sure to mention that he saw me most often during his many detentions.” Ashlyn was the only one to look at the Professor oddly, evidently unused to Hawthorne’s relaxed personality, before joining the other three girls in their appreciative laughter.
Layla jumped down eagerly enough to take Jared’s hand and join him with the plants, which made Lita smile fondly. The young girl had taken to Jared most out of all of them, with the obvious exception of Ashlyn. Maybe it was because he was in the same House, Lita mused idly. Damon and herself were Ravenclaws too but Damon was often with Ashlyn and, although Layla and Lita got along easily and Lita was always available for the younger girl, Lita didn’t have much interest in the music that Layla loved so much. She could share that with Jared, and learn from him. It really wasn’t surprising that Layla seemed to like him most. “Right then, I guess Merry and I will take the cauldrons.” Lita grinned at the Hufflepuff light-heartedly. “You can try to guess what potion was being made as we clean. And then Damon and Ashlyn can stay together as they clean all these tables. The couples that clean tables together live happily ever after, right?” Merry didn’t look overly eager, which Lita could sympathise with since cleaning cauldrons wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, but detention was detention and Merry had evidently done something to earn it. “Hey,” Lita blinked at the other brunette in sudden realisation, “what were you doing in Hogsmeade after curfew anyway?”
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Post by Layla Ellison on May 27, 2009 5:35:02 GMT -5
Layla didn’t particularly like the idea of detention but Ashlyn been in detention before, and Jared, Rister, Damon and Gabriel had received many detentions so it couldn’t be anything too bad. And Professor Hawthorne was a nice enough teacher; she was strictest with the girls who didn’t like Layla and quite understanding with Layla herself so that wouldn’t be too bad either. Layla didn’t know the other girl in the room – Merry, right? – but Ashlyn had sent one cold glance at her before ignoring her completely which Layla guessed meant that Merry was not currently in Ashlyn’s favour for some reason. Lita had smiled at her easily enough so Layla glanced between the three older girls unsurely, her eyes lighting up in relief when Jared, Gabriel and Damon entered and diffused the awkward situation. Just as Ashlyn instinctively leaned back against Damon, it was automatic for Layla to turn and hug first Jared and then Gabriel tightly, finding fond affection in their warmth. With a nearly silent laugh, Layla opened her mouth to remind Gabriel that Ashlyn wouldn’t even hug Damon most of the time then remembered Merry’s presence and lowered her eyes silently.
Layla nodded obediently when Ashlyn told her that violence wasn’t the answer, but silently wondered if her cousin really thought that Layla was really strong enough to fight back against those with more power than her? She wasn’t as self-assured as Ashlyn, who had never hesitated to make a stand against the world, and she didn’t have someone like Damon who would always be there to back her up. She didn’t even have the easy confidence of Lita. She was just some pathetic kid who had been unlucky enough to see her mother’s dead body, who didn’t speak and couldn’t stand up for herself. The story behind the boys’ detention made Layla smile slightly and distracted her from the darkness of her thoughts but it was Professor Hawthorne’s response that evoked a short, audible laugh simply because it had been so unexpected. Ashlyn still didn’t look too happy with Damon, which made Layla smile slightly though she did slightly resent her own weakness at Merry’s presence. Her cousin got annoyed so easily but Layla couldn’t even tease herself about it because she couldn’t bring herself to speak in the presence of a stranger. Layla unhappily pressed closer to Lita’s warmth, soothed when a hand smoothed her hair reassuringly. Lita seemed to almost understand sometimes, they all did. But none of them ever seemed to fully understand and that made Layla wonder when they would finally tire of her and tell her to go away.
Content to be away from the unknown addition of Merry, Layla let Jared guide her over to the plants from Professor Sprout, smiling to herself as Rister entered the room. She didn’t particularly care about Herbology one way or the other but it was an easy enough subject and Professor Sprout was a lenient teacher unless her plants were being threatened by foolish behaviour. In the first year class, that was unsurprisingly often. For a while, Layla worked in determined silence, her head bowed as she carefully pruned the plants in front of her but then her finger snagged against one of the larger thorns and she hissed in pain as she instinctively raised her hand to her mouth before noticing the soil covering parts of her fingers. Instead, she gently pressed the edges of the long cut together with the tip of her thumb, slowing the flow of the bleeding. Despite Ashlyn’s belief that everyone should always have a handkerchief hidden somewhere in a pocket, Layla didn’t often carry one and so simply kept her right hand hanging by her side as she flicked a quick sideways glance towards her cousin. Ashlyn had a tendency to fuss over her youngest cousin but it always made Ashlyn uncomfortable once she realised how motherly she was acting so Layla was quite relieved to notice that Ashlyn was still cleaning the tables, most probably grumbling to herself as she did so.
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