Busted. ((Breakfast Club plot people))

[Olivia Dawson S6]

((we'll probably give the plot a more original name in the near future, but I couldn't think of anything else to call it, so that's the name for now.))

Olivia scowled as she walked with a notebook and pen to her Saturday detention with lovely little Argus Filch. She couldn’t believe she had gotten caught. Her plan would have been executed perfectly had it not been for a secret tip from a concerned student concerning what Olivia had been up to. She knew it had to be a Slytherin fifth year girl, as she had only talked about her plan with Faith and Juliet in her dormitory. She didn’t think anyone else was there, but apparently, Olivia had been wrong. Someone had been in the dormitory that day Olivia had talked about her plan, and they had snitched to Filch. It had to be that Lehane girl. The two Lehanes got on Olivia’s nerves possibly more than anyone else in Hogwarts. But that wasn’t the point. The point was, Olivia had been caught trying to sneak her friend Todd into Hogwarts two nights ago. Todd was a Hogwarts dropout who had caused Filch a lot of trouble back when he was still at school. Olivia didn’t exactly like Hogwarts, but she’d never drop out. She wasn’t stupid. She knew she needed an education to get anywhere these days. She still had no idea what she was going to do once she left school, but she knew that whatever it was, she would need a Hogwarts education to do it. Filch was more than happy to give Olivia two weeks’ worth of Saturday detentions and threaten to call the Ministry on Todd for trying to sneak into the school.

Olivia grumbled under her breath as she walked down to the empty classroom Filch had told Olivia to attend. She’d be here until six in the evening. Glancing at the clock, Olivia repressed a groan. It was only ten thirty in the morning. That meant she had eight hours of absolute boredom when she could have been visiting Todd in Hogsmeade. She sighed, taking a seat. She noticed a number of people there as well, most of which she didn’t recognize. Olivia had arrived ten minutes late, which had earned her a third detention for next Wednesday evening. But at least it wasn’t another Saturday detention. Olivia sighed as she took a seat and began to doodle in her notebook. This was just like going to class. History of Magic in particular. During Binns’ class, Olivia either talked with friends or simply sat in a corner and doodled the entire time. Olivia figured by the time those eight hours were over, her notebook would be filled with drawings and little stories. Olivia had always loved to write stories. She didn’t consider herself very good of course, but it was something she liked to do to keep her mind off things. She rolled her eyes as Filch limped into the room with his blasted cat following close behind.

“Alright, children. I don’t care how you got in here, but that’s not my concern. You are to sit here silently for the entire eight hours. A house elf will be down to bring you food, and he has already been ordered to alert me if he spots anything suspicious. Mrs. Norris here will be watching you all intently for the entire time, and will also alert me of any trouble. I have somewhere to be at the moment, but don’t take that as an excuse to act up. I’ll be very close by, so don’t think you’ll be able to get into any trouble while I’m gone.” He glared at the group of students and left without another word.

Olivia merely waited minutes after Filch had left before she set her plan into motion. She glared at the ugly old cat, who was perched on top of the professor’s desk, watching the room intently. Olivia raised her eyebrow and slowly inched her wand out of her pocket. The second Mrs. Norris turned her head for even a second, Olivia mentally cast a sleeping spell on her. Seconds later, Filch’s cat was fast asleep on the desk. Olivia smirked and put her wand away. “She won’t be awake for a matter of hours.” Olivia said to no one in particular. She turned to look at the many people who would be in her company for the next eight hours. “So what did you all do to get here?” Olivia asked to the group of students. She got out of her chair and propped herself onto the desk. She never really liked chairs. Sitting on tables was somehow just so much more comfortable to her.

[Edward Kent S5]

Edward snarled bitterly as he marched down the hall, glaring at anyone who dared to cross his path. What had begun as one of his most perfect classroom schemes had failed before his eyes, and there was only one person to thank: his newest assistant. The words made him snarl even more, and he had to resist the urge to physically attack the closest person to him. No one has ever gotten anywhere by acting without thinking first, he told himself, only by being in control. It wasn’t long before he felt the familiar calm wash over him, and he smiled as he collected himself. He had never acted while influenced by a temper, and he wasn’t about to start now, even if his assistant’s actions had resulted in him being asked to serve a Saturday detention. The rage he had only recently suppressed began to fire up once more, and Edward needed to take three deep breaths to calm him. It had only been a small plan, but if properly executed, it had the potential of achieving so much; now, those hopes were dashed. Ironically, it was through his insistence of having the new assistant that such an outcome had occurred.

One of Edward’s favourite parts about welcoming the first year Slytherins was inviting them to play small parts in his plans. The alliances he created would then lead to more people willing to take the blame should something happen, so he took care when choosing. As soon as his eyes had landed on the small, wide-eyed boy, he knew who his assistant would be. The boy had been ecstatic, shouting his allegiance to Edward, and Edward was pleased with his choice. That had been until the boy had panicked and subsequently ruined the plan in one of the preliminary tests, and then told the professor the device was Edward’s. Now, Edward was fit to be tied. In a desperate attempt to cheer himself up, he had taken his anger out on the boy and tied him up, hissing in his ear that the next time he even looked at Edward, he would regret his entire existence.

He reached the classroom that was serving as the detention room fairly quickly, and sat down in one of the empty seats. The room was almost completely empty, and to his desolation there was nothing that could serve as a distraction for the next six hours. Instead, he had the other students who would most certainly turn into criminals to entertain him. To pass the time until detention started, he began to write poems in his small notebook, and greeted the other students that trickled in with a small nod of his head. While polite, he found no need to be overtly friendly; he had no use for people who got caught. One girl arrived ten minutes late, and Edward stared at her in annoyance. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was people who were late. It showed a complete lack of respect and dignity, and Edward was always quite happy to show his employees the door if they were late for him. The arrival of Professor Filch diverted him from his thoughts, and Edward sat up a bit straighter. He didn’t have the time or lack of self-respect to try and get out of the detention through flattery, but he wanted to separate himself from the group he was with. Some of them were Slytherins, but none seemed worth either of his or society’s time, so he counted down the seconds until detention ended.

“Alright, children. I don’t care how you got in here, but that’s not my concern. You are to sit here silently for the entire eight hours. A house elf will be down to bring you food, and he has already been ordered to alert me if he spots anything suspicious. Mrs. Norris here will be watching you all intently for the entire time, and will also alert me of any trouble. I have somewhere to be at the moment, but don’t take that as an excuse to act up. I’ll be very close by, so don’t think you’ll be able to get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

The next instant, the Professor turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving only the old cat to monitor the class. Edward glared at the animal, but was about to turn to his notebook when he noticed that the cat seemed to be falling asleep. Turning around, he saw that the girl who had been late had cast a sleeping spell on her, and felt his lips curl into a reluctant smile. The smile was quickly replaced with a look of despair, however, when he saw that she was sitting on one of the tables. Had this girl no class? He turned away from her and examined the other students, none of whom he recognised.

They all seemed to be around his age, but nobody he considered to be any threat or of any worth. Any damage they could do to his reputation he could undo with one candlelit dinner or afternoon whispering sweet nothings. It wasn’t hard to convince girls that he was the victim of cruel rumours, and boys often looked up to his power, so he had never had any trouble gathering support from them. The only ones who seemed wary of his motives were older students, but most seemed to respect his intelligence and tenacity, so they left him alone. Edward couldn’t wait until he was in seventh year and he could control those younger than him; he already had several plans formulating in his mind.
“I’m here because someone couldn’t handle a plan of mine,” he said after a few moments of silence, not wanting to give anything away, but also wanting to encourage conversation within the others. There was nothing appealing about any of them, and all he wanted was to escape in his own world so that the eight hours would go quickly.

[Ruby Lehane]

Icy blue orbs were merely slits as she walked to her doom. She called it her doom for the fact that she was once again in detention. It was not her fault this time. Her brother had tried to save her from this fate, but she wouldn’t allow him to take the blame for what she had done purposely. How could she have known that her plan would backfire and she’d get caught? The thought made her clench her fists in annoyance and anger as she sidled into the room, one of the first students to show. She hated being late; it was unacceptable in her eyes. Not to mention that it had been a Lehane rule enforced since she was a kid and so Wynd and herself had never been late for anything in their entire lives and she’d be damned if she’d start that trend now. Form moved through the room as she took a seat toward the back, her eyes never leaving Mrs. Norris, that damn cat. She’d been the one that found her out that night. It had ruined everything. She would have made it back to the dormitory without being caught if that cat hadn’t crept into the secret passageway Ruby had taken. Stupid Filch and his idiotic cat…a thought struck her. Yes…that would work, that would work far better than she could ever imagine if he agreed.

Ruby’s mind traveled deep into her thoughts as she sat waiting for the rest of the detention squad to show up. It’d be a long, boring Saturday, but she needed the time to think and maybe by the end of the day she’d be able to present the idea itself to her brother who was supposed to be coming up with something himself. Ruby sat full of pride in her seat, almost like she was a queen…truth was it was how she always sat, how she always moved. Even to be here in this dusty classroom, stuck with students she didn’t know nor cared to know it was the one thing she could cling to and it was something she was going to cling to no matter what.

“Alright, children. I don’t care how you got in here, but that’s not my concern. You are to sit here silently for the entire eight hours. A house elf will be down to bring you food, and he has already been ordered to alert me if he spots anything suspicious. Mrs. Norris here will be watching you all intently for the entire time, and will also alert me of any trouble. I have somewhere to be at the moment, but don’t take that as an excuse to act up. I’ll be very close by, so don’t think you’ll be able to get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

Ruby kept herself quiet at his words. She was not a child. She was far from it, but there was no way she’d risk saying anything not when she had a plan formulating. After he moved out of the room, Ruby’s eyes fell on Mrs. Norris who had began lying down. A brow quirked up in confusion until her icy blue orbs fell on that of Olivia Dawson. The girl had arrived 10 minutes late and was now putting the cat to sleep? She was incredulous and a part of Ruby wanted to do nothing more than to take out her own wand and curse the girl, but that was beyond reason right now. Instead she just glared at her through slighted lids. Would the girl ever grow up or was she bound to be this muggle loving disgrace to the pureblood wizarding world? Ruby knew it was hopeless, Wynd and herself both knew it. Olivia was a disgrace to everything holy about their world and they were both disgusted by that.

When Olivia piped up and asked everyone a question she couldn’t help the natural reaction of her digits to squeeze into her palm in annoyance. There was no way she was about to tell anyone what she did and the question itself was nosy as hell. Why did she care? Her eyes flashed to Edward Kent, another Slytherin in her own year. She was sure Wynd knew him, was actually sure that Wynd had mentioned him once or twice, nothing substantial, but Ruby knew a lot of people. She was always watching…always observing those around her. There was definitely a reason for that, but it was something that no one knew but herself and Wynd of course. Her eyes ran over the girl’s posture on the table. So much for being civilized.

“Instead of asking us why we’re here and sticking your nosy muggle loving nose in everyone else’s business, why don’t you explain why you’re here? Or is that something you’re not ready to talk about?” a smirk fell over Ruby’s face. She knew very well why Olivia was there. It didn’t take a genius to know; especially one that had ruined the girls plans. Normally Ruby wouldn’t have been so vivacious about such a topic, but it was hard not to be, especially knowing that Ruby had landed the disgrace in detention. If only Ruby hadn’t been caught she wouldn’t be stuck in here with the horror of a pureblood for the day. Wynd would love to know all about this, she could just imagine his sympathy and plot for revenge. However that was something she wasn’t about to talk about with anyone. She was smarter than most thought she was. She wasn’t a dumb blond, like some in the room seemed to be. She couldn’t hide the smirk from Olivia. “How did that little date of yours go by the way?” Ruby asked, sitting back in her chair with satisfaction written all over her face.

[Olivia Dawson S6]

Olivia’s bored expression turned into that of a glare when she saw the angry spiteful face of Ruby Lehane. A burst of sudden realization flooded through her. Ruby was the one who had overheard Olivia’s plans. She was the one who had foiled them. Why had Olivia not seen it before? Ruby was the only fifth year Slytherin who really hated Olivia. And it was all simply because Olivia happened to be above the whole pureblood mania this pathetic girl and her aggravating brother seemed to worship. She cast an icy glare at Ruby. She and her brother had annoyed her to no end, and now it was Olivia’s turn. Olivia and Ruby would be stuck in the same room together for eight long hard hours. Olivia was going to make sure she’d teach that blonde little witch just who she was messing with.

“Actually, Todd was a close friend of mine. Nothing more. Not that that’s any of your business. And look who’s the nosy one, Lehane! I wasn’t the one hiding behind curtains or under beds listening in on someone else’s conversation. That was private, Lehane. You had no right listening in on me and then snitching on me to boot? You had no right to do that.” Olivia crossed her arms bitterly. But then another burst of realization came to her. She smirked. “But looks like karma just went and bit you in the butt then, didn’t it? Because guess what, Lehane? You’re here too. And now thanks to you, sticking your bony prissy little nose in my business, you’re stuck here, with me, for eight hours. And my “date” worked out fine despite your little plan. I’m going to be meeting him again next week. Are you planning on following me there too? Because I could always go file a complaint for your freakish stalking, Lehane.” She sneered.

She turned around and looked at the other Slytherin boy. He seemed like he didn’t like Olivia already. But she was completely fine with that. Olivia didn’t need other people to like her to make her happy. Many Slytherins like the Lehane girl for instance hated Olivia simply because she lived in a world where muggles and wizards coexisted and she actually liked it. What was so terrible about muggles anyway? If anything, Olivia felt sorry for them. She wasn’t vain enough to think they were somehow unworthy of her presence, but she did feel sorry for them. Wizards had magic and hated them for no apparent reason. They were compared to dirt and animals as if there was something wrong with them. It brought anger to her very core whenever her mother or even Ruby or Wynd insulted someone for having even a drop of muggle blood. It wasn’t that bad. It just meant that somewhere along the line, a muggle was added to the family. Big deal. So some of her friends were muggles. The only real difference between muggles and wizards was magic. So wizards had life just a bit easier because they carried wands and could do things faster and easier than muggles could. Muggles had to rely on fate and magic some believed in but could never grasp. To this day, Olivia still didn’t understand how that made them so terrible.

Olivia rolled her eyes as Lehane shot another annoying comment at her. When Ruby spoke, Olivia’s back was facing her. She whipped around and looked Ruby straight in the eye. “What’s your problem, Lehane? What the hell is so terrible about me that you have to give me a hard time? It’s the muggle thing, isn’t it? Well, get this. I understand you don’t like muggles or muggleborn witches and wizards for that matter. I personally don’t see what’s wrong with muggles or people who aren’t pure. But you don’t see me forcing my opinion on you, do you? No. So you shouldn’t either. I’ve done absolutely nothing to you. And yet, you hate me because I don’t think purebloods are royalty? What sense does that make?”

[Ruby Lehane]

Was it wrong of Ruby to actually find amusement in the situation before her? Was it wrong that she found pestering Olivia to be extremely entertaining? Of course it wasn’t. Ruby was far from the type to actually find the situation anything but amusing…well annoying as well, but still it was amusing. The moment Olivia realized what Ruby had said she tried to turn the attention from her to Ruby as well as the anger. It took a lot more than a few choice words to upset Ruby and far from what Olivia was saying. In a way Ruby felt like the adult bickering with the little girl that kept sticking her hand in the cookie jar. Ruby laughed…actually laughed when Olivia accused her of hiding behind curtains and under beds. Even though the girl was beyond annoying Ruby knew that she could obviously wind her up far more than the girl could her and that in itself was a triumph. “Let’s get this straight Dawson. I don’t hide. You were the one that failed to check the room for any sleeping Slytherins and yes, I did snitch on you. Why? Because I didn’t want the whole dorm getting in trouble for your idiotic ideas. So I had every right to tell someone about your plans. If I had gotten into trouble for hoarding one of your men from your loser outreach program than you would be far more inclined to prefer detention over what I would have done,” Ruby said amusement still lacing her voice, but her icy blue orbs dead serious. There was no way she was going to allow this pathetic excuse for a Slytherin ruin anyone else or give Slytherin a bad reputation. Slytherin was not a loser outreach program and she refused to let Olivia turn it into one.

Ruby smirked again. “As for karma, yes I’m here. Big deal. Karma didn’t bite me in the butt using your crude phrase. I’m here for my own reasons, not because I went to a prefect with your idiocy,” the smirk turned to a small laugh at the attempt at an insult. Really the girl had no idea who she was messing with. This pathetic immature name-calling wasn’t having an affect on Ruby at all and it never would. Her words were childish especially after Ruby had done everyone a favor. The girl would never learn that though. She was too obsessed with her own existence, well her existence and the pathetic lives of a bunch of dirty muggles.

“Follow you?” Ruby laughed again. “I have far more important and worth while adventures to attend to than follow you around. Besides I don’t follow blood traitors…” …I kill them… Ruby thought the last part to herself, eyes narrowing as she glared at Olivia. The girl was obvious self-centered, thinking that Ruby would waste her precious time to follow after someone that was not even worth her attention anymore. Wynd was right about the girl and Ruby was more than inclined to follow through with his ideas on how to remedy the situation, but again that would have to wait until another time. She knew that the other people in the room were watching them, knew that they were judging and so Ruby wouldn’t let slip her ideas, her plans, not to this lot anyhow. A few of them might have potential, but all of them…no. There were too many ears and eyes upon her now to let slip anything, if she did it’d be the end to everything Wynd and her had worked so long to obtain.

Ruby let the Dawson girl’s attention wane from her. She was obviously now entertained by what the Kent boy had said. Ruby was surprised by his words. How could one let slip something like that when obvious there was more to it than just a plan. Amateur, she thought to herself as she waited to see if he would say anything else. When Ruby’s gaze fell back on Olivia she had seemed surprised by what the boy had said or maybe she was just acting disinterested? Ruby smirked again to herself as she glanced back at Olivia. “Careful Kent, you never know when the Slytherin blood traitor will bite, although I have to say her bark is worse than the bite,” Ruby smirked, eyes dancing with amusement as the Dawson girl rose to Ruby’s bait. “Not forcing your opinion on me? That’s the understatement of the century I think. You really don’t understand Miss Chain-smoker. I thought my dislike for you would be apparent by now. I guess you fell a little short of the Quidditch hoops when you were being conceived.” Ruby crossed her arms over her chest watching the girl intently.

[Brianna Bowman R7]

Brianna had never imagined herself getting detention. If someone had told her before the holiday break that she’d be on her way to detention right now she would have laughed at him or her. But that wasn’t the case right now. It was never the case anymore. Brianna’s life had taken a turn for the worst. Some would say that it was a blessing in disguise and others would say a curse, but Brianna…Brianna wasn’t really sure where she stood on the whole thing. She never would have thought she was at mid life when she was only 7 years old, but now…now there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She’d watched this disease take hold of father, watched it destroy him, leaving nothing left of his broken body. Brianna knew what was going to happen to her, knew that there wouldn’t be a thing she could do to ease the pain. Her life was ending…she was dying.

Perhaps that was part of the reason why she was now walking slowly through the corridors toward the detention room. Perhaps that’s why she had decided to cast that spell on that particularly annoying Slytherin girl. She didn’t care what happened to her anymore, she wasn’t going to let anyone walk all over her anymore, especially not now when she would be dead within two years. There was no point to being civil to people that upset her when she knew she would not be around to see them get what was coming to them. She smirked. It had been a particularly interesting spell though. The girls precious face had blown up like a balloon and she was screaming at Brianna in more than one language. It had been great, that was until she’d been caught and given detention. Most of the professors understood her cry for help anymore. They understand that when you’re diagnosed with a brain tumor and told you have less than two years to really live and that’s a good estimate that you deserve to have a little fun now and then, she thought as she slipped into the classroom and took a seat, surprised by the amount of students that were actually there.

Filch moved along quickly and before Brianna really knew what was going on Mrs. Norris had been put under a sleeping spell and two girls were arguing back and forth. Brianna rolled her eyes and rubbed her temples. She was definitely not in the mood for 8 hours of continuous argument from two Slytherin girls in her sister’s year or so she figured since she’d seen her sister in class with them before. Her hand hit the table in front of her as she growled at them. “Would you two save the cat fight for later. I’m not going to listen to you two bicker and insult each other for 8 freaking hours. So shut it or myself and probably a few others in here shut it for you!” Brianna said in a tone that told them not to test her on this. If there was one thing she’d come to learn in the last two months it was not to take anything for granted and these two girls were taking everything for granted in the way they cut each other down. Someone needed to teach the two of them a lesson, but Brianna didn’t have the strength or energy to pour into making two obviously annoying individuals come to some sort of agreement. She only hoped they would shut their traps for the next 8 hours so she didn’t have to listen to them. If it wasn’t for the intense headaches that would start in her head from the noise she wouldn’t care, but when you had a tumor already pressing against your cranium adding another aspect of noise in there made the pounding ten time worse and the pain was already intolerable when there weren’t external influences.

[Edward Summers R6]

Edgar sighed and hung his head as he slowly trudged through the halls toward his doom. Ed could count how many times he had had detention on one hand, this made three. Ed was a good student, did well in class, listened to the teachers and followed all the rules. There was only one thing in life that Ed loved more than anything, the pursuit of knowledge. Any kind of knowledge, it was all the same to him. There was no such thing as evil knowledge and good knowledge, it all depended on the use of the of that knowledge that determined its alignment. So Ed had always thought that it was rather selfish to keep certain books locked away inside the forbidden section of the library.

This was Ed’s third detention in his five years at Hogwarts, and once again it came from him getting caught sneaking into the forbidden section of the library. How could he help himself? There had been a certain problem pounding in the back of his head and only a certain book from that forbidden section was able to help him. Filch had promised on his last detention that if he caught Edgar in that section again the punishment would be much more severe, and here he was, heading off to his Saturday detention. It was going to be a long one, an all day detention of doing nothing but sitting in an empty classroom. Ed sighed once again, might as well make the best of it. He carried his school bag which was loaded with all of his second hand books, parchments, and quills. The bag virtually bulged at the seams from its load; the bag also was bought second hand.

There was no use wasting a whole day, it would be a good opportunity to catch up on his homework. Ed staggered under the weight of the bag, placing his feet carefully before taking the next step. By the time the classroom came into sight Edgar was doubled over and wheezing from the excursion. Ed threw open the heavy door and stepped into the classroom. He was surprised to see that many others were in the classroom, obviously having the same punishment as he. Most were Slytherins, with a few Ravenclaws mixed in also. It seemed like there was a representative of all the houses in the empty classroom. Ed moved quickly, not wanting the catch to much attention from the Slytherins, and because he could feel his knees begin to give.

Ed grabbed a desk near the back and slung his heavy bag on the table. This apparently was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With a resounding Rip! The seams of the bag gave and all the contents were spilled out across the table. Quills and parchment went flying in all directions, freed from their over spilling prison. Ed dove and scrambled to grab his flying equipment. He had packed three ink bottles, two of which rolled off the table to shatter on the ground. The third Ed managed to catch on the opposite side of the table in a dive, but he jumped to far and ended up flipping over the table and landing heavily on his back in the large puddle of ink from his previous two bottles.

Ed lay there for a second as a rain of quills and parchment landed around him. Groaning and blushing in embarrassment he stood up and surveyed the mess. “Oh boy.” He said slowly turning and scratching his head. A few quick waves of the wand brought the mess together and separated into separate piles atop the desk. Another wave made the ink stains on the floor disappear and Ed took his seat, head hung low in an attempt not to catch the others eye. Ed looked glumly at his one remaining ink bottle, when it rains it pours, it was the smallest of the three.

Just than Filch stepped into the room and told them the rules before starting the detention. Ed dutifully bent his head over his parchment and began on a Potions Essay that needed to be finished. Soon though two voices broke his concentration and he looked up to find that two of the Slytherin girls had begun to argue. Ed glanced at Mrs. Norris and found that she was asleep, how did that happen? He turned back to the Slytherin girls, their argument beginning to grow. Just than one of the Ravenclaws spoke up. Ed knew Brianna, she was a seventh year, though he had never actually spoken to her. She entered the conversation also and Ed winced at her tone.

Ed could see trouble brewing. If the two Slytherins hadn’t been enough, now it looked like Brianna was about to be sucked into the situation. “Hey come on.” Ed spoke up before either party could respond. “Let’s not fight, we’re all stuck here for the entire day, so we are going to have to find a way to live with each other.”

[Seth Wright]

((Sorry this is kind of late, but it is the nature of the post, after all. Also, sorry if my writing is horrible; I’m really out of practice!))

“SORRY!” Seth shrieked as he barrelled into an unsuspecting fourth year girl, almost knocking them both to the floor. However, he managed to steady her smaller frame with his nervous hands, looking down at her bewildered expression. “Sorry!” He tried again with a tight, apologetic smile, before realising the compromising position he was putting her in and almost flung the girl away in horror. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Seth babbled, his arms flailing away from holding onto her, running through his hair and brushing his robes down. “I am so – argh – why am I so – gods, I am really – heck, what am I doing? – I’m sorry, I really am.” He paused his sentence to take a breather, his pants coming in a quick, irregular pattern. After a few seconds had passed, in which the fourth year was still staring at Seth, stunned, he composed himself and flashed his ‘victim’ another lopsided smile. “Detention with Filch, I’m already half an hour late as usual, so—OH MY GOD, I’M SO LATE!” And without further ado, Seth scooted down the corridor, his strangled voice echoing in his wake, leaving a very surprised girl standing alone, trying to work out what had just happened.

“I. Am. Such. An. Idiot.” Seth cursed under his breath as he sprinted through the corridors as fast as possible, chest heaving with the exertion. It wasn’t a good idea to go at such dangerous speeds, especially since A, the chances of him bowling another unsuspecting student over again was very likely, and this time he might not get away without injury, and B, he looked like a right idiot, his lanky frame running down the hallway. Oh, and C, it would probably just give him even more detention if another teacher caught him. Seth hated detention, it was so... boring. Pointless. Dull. Mind-numbing. But, that didn’t keep Seth away from always getting them from Snape. And McGonagall. And all the other teachers save for the really nice and lenient ones. For goodness sake, Seth was good at Potions! And still, the Potions master could not stand Seth’s presence. ”I’m just too good for him.” Seth thought to himself bitterly. He didn’t really believe it, but it was satisfying to snub Snape in his mind. He was particularly grateful when Chace would indulge in a Snape-slating fest every now and again. It was during the times when Seth’s pent-up anger towards Snape came out in the form of abusive expletives, and Chace was always there to witness it.

Finally, Seth skidded to a halt in front of the classroom designated for today’s detention. Upon glancing at his watch, he noted he was more than half an hour late already. He groaned. Still trying to catch his breath, Seth rested a nervous hand on the doorknob. Goddamnit. Why had he overslept this morning? WHY? Seth wanted to hang himself from the ceiling. Well, just metaphorically. He was thankful that at least Chace had remembered for him and taken the liberty of attempting to wake him up. Otherwise, Seth would still be snuggled very happily in his warm bed, dreaming about flying in the clouds with his best friend. A part of him decided that maybe he would just turn on his heel and go – miss the detention entirely. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck here with a bunch of horrible students who would undoubtedly pick on him until late tonight. What a waste of a day! Seth could have spent it with Willow, flying with Chace, working... Or not, but whatever. Anything but being in this classroom, supervised by some strict, uptight teacher. On that note, Seth realised he hadn’t brought anything with him to do in his insane mad dash to be on time (well, that hope could go to hell now), and tried not to collapse on the floor from disbelief. He was not going back to his dorm to get work to do. But at the same time, what would he do for so many hours?

Suddenly, loud voices emitting from the closed classroom brought Seth back to reality. He could hear girls talking, and very angrily – it sounded like a heated argument. Seth frowned. Was this really the detention classroom? Maybe he had heard McGonagall wrong. How could students be shouting in detention when there should be a teacher supervising them? Curious and confused, and after regaining a steady (and not straining) heart beat, Seth took a deep breath and placed his hand on the doorknob, knowing he had to enter to see what exactly was going on. After all, he couldn’t stand outside forever; either he went in or he went back to his dorm, and he’d already ruled that out. The chances of him getting double detention if he skipped this one were high, and that was the last thing Seth wanted or needed. So, with a creak of the door, Seth pushed it open and walked in. The sight that greeted him surprised him a little. The room contained about half a dozen students, mostly Slytherins (surprise surprise!), quite a few Ravenclaws, and one or two Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, but his attention wasn’t focusing on anyone else but the two girls that were glaring angrily at one another. There was a strained silence over the group, and no teacher. Seth’s eyes slowly swivelled to the front of the room, where Mrs Norris appeared to be sleeping blissfully. Ah. Thank goodness, he thought. Firstly, yes, he had managed to find the right classroom; and two, Mrs Norris, the bane of his existence, was asleep.

“Um... hi.” Seth attempted as the door swung shut behind him and no one attempted to greet him into the ‘happy family’. His eyes returned to the two bickering girls, whom Seth guessed were in fifth year. They were staring not-so friendlily at him, and flushing a little, Seth’s fingers danced along his legs as he tried to explain himself. “Uh, this is where detention is, right? I, uh... I think I’m kind of late.” His eyes flickered to Mrs Norris, then back to the floor. Silence reigned. Mrs Norris twitched. “Um, well... thanks for the wonderful welcome. I, well, looks like I’ve walked in on, um, bonding time, so, why don’t I let you all get back to that? I’ll just go make myself comfortable over... over there.” Pointing wildly at an empty corner in the room, Seth quickly made his way towards it, careful to avoid the other students and their intent gazes. He almost tripped over his shoe laces, but balanced himself against a table, gave a nervous laugh, and plonked himself into his chosen seat with a silent sigh of relief.

[Olivia Dawson S6]

((sorry this took so long. It took me forever to get inspiration for Olivia. =P))

Olivia’s eyes narrowed in pure hatred at the biting words of Ruby Lehane. She really couldn’t take sitting in this little room with this absolutely unbearable girl any longer. But she knew the second she left this room, Filch would know. Sure, right now he thought his stupid little cat had everything under control, but even someone as dull as Filch would have a plan in case one of his students decided to just walk out of the detention early. Olivia couldn’t stand this. She had places to go and people to be with. She wasn’t about to stand here and let this girl ridicule her like she was some ignorant little child. Olivia reached into the pocket of her robes and her hand grasped around her wand, which was conducting a dim orange light that shined through her robe pocket. “You listen here, Lehane.” She said in a calm and very leveled voice. “I believe you don’t understand what I was saying, as per usual.” She said through gritted teeth. “Karma did come back to haunt you, just like it does to all those who do wrong. I don’t care what the hell you were doing with your sorry and pathetic little life. The fact of the matter is, you were caught and now you have to deal with me. I honestly don’t care about one stinking Saturday detention and I don’t care that you acted like a two year old and went and snitched on me. And I thought that you were better than name calling, Lehane. Don’t you think calling someone stupid is just a little childish?” Her cold, dry sarcasm was probably freezing up the room right now, but Olivia continued on.

“Oh, please. I knew you hated me from the start. What I didn’t understand however was why. But obviously you are too immature and childish to see past what you want to see. It takes true intellect to see what lies beneath what everyone sees at first glance. ” Olivia was interrupted as Lehane spoke to that other Slytherin boy. “And don’t you dare call me a blood-traitor, you emotionless cruel little…” Once again, Olivia was interrupted by the shrill angered voice of some Ravenclaw seventh year who obviously seemed like she’d gotten off the wrong side of the bed every morning since the beginning of her life. She’d never known a Ravenclaw to be so cranky. But then again, unlike the stupid Lehane over there, she didn’t like to judge those without getting to know them first. Maybe the seventh year was just a Ravenclaw that acted like a Slytherin but was really smart so she became a Ravenclaw.

“Alright, I’ll quit. You didn’t have to growl like that though. Although, I doubt little Miss Princess over here is willing to shut her trap for a change.” Olivia glared at Ruby once more, but folded her arms across her chest as if calling a draw in a game of chess. Sure, the arguing would cease on her part, but she was sure she’d be unable to stop herself from glaring angrily in Ruby’s direction. The glowing from her wand in her pocket had ceased as well now that Olivia had calmed down somewhat. As Olivia looked at Ruby through narrowed eyes, she realized that the girl would actually be somewhat of a pretty girl if it hadn’t been for the anger and spite that she carried around all the time. If she would just get over herself, then she’d actually have a decent chance at somewhat of a life. Although, Olivia had heard she had a boyfriend of some sort. How that had happened, Olivia would never know.

“So…we’ve got eight hours to sit here and stare at a sleeping, ugly, sorry excuse for a cat skeleton. We may as well make the best of our situation.” Olivia said with a casual shrug as some Hufflepuff boy came skidding in looking exasperated. “Well, it’s very nice of you to join us.” Olivia said with a smirk. Now that she didn’t have that stupid Lehane bringing her down, she was finally able to have some fun with some of the people in here that actually weren’t unbearable. “Well we might as well start with names, seeing as most of us don’t even know each other. Like Ravie over there said, we’re going to be stuck with each other for the next eight hours whether we like it or not.” Olivia said with an amused glance toward the Ravenclaw boy in the back and an icy glare at Ruby. “I’m Olivia. My last name isn’t important.” She added bitterly, reminding her once again of her sorry excuse for a mother.