Consequential Meeting ((Patricia))

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

Minerva sat quietly at her desk. They only sound came from the tip of her quill that scratched across the parchment as she graded a stack of essays on the use of animals in Transfiguration. It was early in the evening, but the sun was just setting. Minerva had a single candle lit on her desk to illuminated the room with light. Everything throughout the room was in order except for a stack of envelopes that lay scattered in on corner. The pile was about five feet in height and five feet in width, a rather grand pile for just being a bunch of paper. Beside the envelopes, there were twenty-six boxes in a neat pile, each labeled with a letter of the alphabet. All of this was ready for Patricia, the student who would be joining Minerva for a detention she had earned.

Professor Miller had asked Minerva if she could conduct the detention with Miss Dawsinson. Minerva gladly agreed. Since Peeves had made a disaster of her student files, Minerva was more than happy to have a student's help organizing the files again. Although she knew she could capably sort the files much faster on her own with a bit of organizational magic, she felt it was a good opportunity for a detention. When Minerva looked at the clock, she heard a knock at the door. Just in time, she thought before answering. "Come in," she commanded as she eyed the door, expecting to see Patricia.

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia walked in. She noticed Professor McGonagal. with a stack of papers at her desk. Patricia bit her lip. Now she really was regreting going with Rachel to the forbidden forest. "Why did I do that? You are Daft Patricia." She mumbled to herself. She walked up to the professors desk. "Good Evening Professor" She said with her head down low. as her curls fell infront of her face.

She, looked up with a fake smile and put her blonde curls behind her ears, then found a seat near the professor's desk and, glanced at the stack of papers. She was hopeing they weren't for her. She looked at the professor. "So what fun.. Shall we do in detention Professor? She said with a chipper smile clapping her hands togather.

She thought she should make the best of the situation, if she was hear for a week. She would like to have a little fun.

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

The knock at the door was Patricia, and Minerva stayed seated at her desk as the girl walked in, talking to herself. Then, she greeted Minerva and took a seat. By the way Patricia talked and presented herself, Minerva wasn't sure if she was being honestly regretful or just putting on a show of sarcasm. It didn't matter though whether or not Patricia was sorry for what she had done to deserve detention. All that mattered was that she did what Minerva asked of her.

"Good evening Miss Dawsinson," Minerva greeted in return. "Oh, you will have lots of fun," she added in a slightly sarcastic voice of her own. Surely Patricia wasn't truly expecting to have fun, so Minerva assumed she had to have been being sarcastic. "As I'm sure you've noticed, quite a mess has been made of my collection of student files," she explained, shifting her view toward the stack of envelopes. "Unfortunately Peeves decided he would make my office his little playground, and this is the result. For the next week, you will meet me here at the same time each day for two hours and work on getting these files back in order. Each envelope is to be put in the appropriate labeled box, according to alphabetical order by the student's last name. If there are any last names that are the same, use the student's first name to sort them. Also, if a student has more than one file, organize them by date, starting with the most recent and working backward. Any questions?" she asked after providing her long list of precise directions for Patricia. "Good," she said quickly after giving the girl less than a second to reply.

"Now then, I advise you to get to work and stop for no reason," she added sternly. "I have an errand to run, but I will be back shortly to check on your progress. I trust you'll find it in yourself to do what has been asked of you... unless you wish to make this a permanent meeting time for the two of us." Minerva offered a small grin before standing from her chair and walking quickly out of the room, leaving Patricia to her work.

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia looked at the huge stack of papers wide eyed, and gulped. "What have I gotten myself into" she thought. The looked up the professer, with a bright smile, alittle shakey but, bright to say the least. "Thank you, Professor" She said started to sort them all into four piles. Then herd the professor had some erins to run. And head out the door. She looked at the papers.


"How do I do this again?" She asked her self. She began to sort the first stack alphabetically. "Uh am I done. Is that. I hope the professor gets back soon" She galnced at the door biting her botteom lip with her hand on the seat of the desk

[Peeves the Poltergeist]

Peeves hummed an upbeat tune to himself - a tune where each note was about a semitone out in any direction he felt was appropriate. He'd just rigged a door with an entire bucket of slugs and he was feeling happy. What a lot of delightful mischief he'd got up to today! The highlight had to be the look on McGonagall's face when she found him juggling with balls of scrunched up official papers in her office. Then again, it might be the sheer terror with which the Ravenclaw table had fled from the hordes of roast potatoes he'd set to bombarding them. Or maybe it had been the extreme satisfaction of seeing those wads of chewing gum stick in Snape's greasy hair, although he'd had to zoom off rather fast. That man had a nasty temper.

He was at a bit of a loss as to what he could top it off with - other than terrorising first years as was his usual occupation - until his ears perked up at the sound of a voice he'd already heard once today. With a delighted giggle Peeves stopped his tune and hid around the corridor where he could hear all her words but not be observed. Once she'd left he gave the young girl inside some time to get started on her task. He provided havoc and work for everyone in Hogwarts - she was having to tidy up what he'd done earlier on that day. What a coincidence that he should come across her at this very time!

"Change of plan!" he said just as she expressed a wish for the Professor to get back soon. "I'll be supervising your detention from now on," he said. "Professor McGonagall is rather busy attending to some mayhem elsewhere in the school." He bobbed into the classroom with a wicked grin. "Someone's been a naughty girl..." he chanted at her, looking at the stack of papers she had in front of her. "Oh, no need to worry about those anymore!" he said, conjuring up a wind which blew them all into her face. "I have a different plan!" he announced gleefully. He whirled his hand round as a bucket came spinning into the room extremely fast, spilling small amounts of green paint onto the floor. A faint glow was distinguishable from it in the dingy candlelight. With a cackle he dangled the bucket over her head, the right way up so that nothing spilt on her. "Guess what it is, Goldilocks!"

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia looked up and herd a voice. She thought it was a profesor at first than Realized it was just peeves "Bloody Poltergiest" She said with as much venom as she could. He then flew over to her and said "Somones been a naughty girl"

"Mind your own buisiness for once, You Bloody pest"

he then conjured up a spell that made all the work Patricia had done flingin her face. "How dare you?" she said as she went back to her old Slytherin self. "Just wait till McGonagal finds out, You bloody lil git" She spat at him "you are gonna regret this" she said with a pain staking glance.

Patricia than Glanced up at the huge over whelming bucket. And then back at Peeves. He was not going to pour that on her head for sure. She wipped out her wand and pointed it to the bucket and yelled "Iaculari"

with that the bucket went flying to the wall and green paint splattered all over. Patricia let out a chuckle of delite, and smirked. She looked up at Peeves. "And they intend to stay Golden" she said with a smart mouth smirk

[Peeves the Poltergeist]

Peeves gave another fiendish grin as the girl insulted him. No amount of fist-shaking from Filch or mystic threats from Trelawney had ever been a sufficient deterrent, and no amount of brow-beating from this baby would be either. He thrived on antagonism and it was obvious that he'd annoyed her a lot. He was not below being spiteful as payback for her insulting him though. "Oh, you will regret this," he said, mimicking the sarcastic tone McGonagall had used earlier with a mocking smile. He simply cackled as she sent the bucket flying to the wall. Her hair hadn't been his target in the first place, though it was extremely amusing that she thought it had been. It was also an absolutely marvellous idea. He did a somersault in mid-air and the papers that hadn't already been blown in her face swirled towards the wall where they stuck on the streams of paint which were beginning to dry into an unevenly spread gunge even as they trickled towards the floor of the office, still giving off their sinister glow.

He smirked right back as she asserted her hair was going to stay golden, and the bucket came tumbling back towards her at its previous ferocious speed. This time it hovered over her the wrong way up, depositing a large amount of glowing red and green paint which separated out into blotches of the two colours before starting to dry into the same gunge as now covered the walls. There was a rather larger proportion of red than of green. Peeves howled with laughter. "Strawberry blonde!" he said, proud of his new punchline as he pointed at her and continued to laugh. He zoomed around the office at a dizzying speed as he waited for a hilarious reaction from her. Nothing could dampen his spirits other than a cessation of fun.

"But you still didn't guess right," he said. "I'll give you three to guess..." He grinned and counted down in a childish voice, "3... 2... 1... No! You didn't get it!" The bucket, now full yet again of green paint, floated down gently to wait near the hand of the third year. "Minging McGonagall already wears green the whole week, so I think her hair should match," he told her in a conspiratorial tone. "So all you have to do is rig that door, with that bucket." He pointed up at the door. "Otherwise..." he smirked yet again. All the legs of the chairs and desk of the office rattled and the portraits found themselves skewiff on the wall, much to their displeasure, while McGonagall's expanding filing cabinet leant threateningly towards the young girl.

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patrica was horrified with Peeves. She wanted to call him every name under the son. She Hated Peeves. She was having a worse enough day as it was, and he just came in a ruined it.

She gave him a snarl and the Bucket came back over her head, but this time upside down. Luckily the paint didn't touch her hair. There were just blobs of floating paint.

Patricia looked up in wonder at the blobs of paint. She had to admit. Peeves was funny, She wished she could get away with stuff like this.

She then snapped back to reality When he mad that smart arse remark about "Strawberry Blonde Hair" This Drove Patrica crazy.

But she thought about. "OK fine" she thought "I will play his little game. She just winced at the hair remark.

Then the bucket was all of a sudden floating near, at her arm filled with fresh paint.
Patricia looked up at Peeves in Confusion.
He wanted her to pour the bucket of paint on Mcgonall's Head. Patrica bit her lip with worry as the Trunk in the class came closer. Then she thought "I am going to get this Poltergeist at his own game"

She turned to peeves with a twisted smile. "Well if The Mighty Prankster of Hogwarts, didn't do it himself, to Stiff faced McGonagall." She crossed her arms. "Now isn't that week, Love? If he did do it he would have the joy of doing it himself. And if he didn't do it. He alone would be week. maybe he lost all his pazaz. If he was smart? He would realize he had a mere Third year do his dirty work." She said with a grin, and an evil little chuckle "Think about it love." She sat back down on her desk waiting for a response.

[Peeves the Poltergeist]

Peeves watched the girl's reaction to his suggestion with some disappointment. He had been hoping her eyes would light up at the genius of it, but all he got from her was worry and confusion. That was no good. She was perfectly sensible to be suspicious - of course he wouldn't get anyone to collaborate with him without some sort of ulterior motive. He'd been looking forward to the fun of seeing McGonagall lose her rag with the girl. But this cautious attitude of hers made him really rather cross, especially when she tried to start persuading him to do the act himself. What did she think he did every single day? He bobbed up and down above her impatiently and tutted as she addressed him as 'love'. Anyone who had any respect for him either swore at him or were very polite but they certainly avoided using familiar colloquial names.

"Love, love..." he mocked her, and with a somersault he was straight in front of her. He tugged her shoe off and hurled it across the room. It knocked a mug on the edge of McGonagall's desk over, which rolled a little further and fell, as though in slow motion, to the floor, where the ceramic shattered in pieces on the floor. Peeves cackled, finding this highly amusing. "Well, Goody One-Shoe," he said, "since you have no courage, I have no use for this." He pointed to the bucket, which threw itself at Patrica, this time actually soaking her whole top in the gungy green paint. He hadn't bothered with any floating paint this time. After all, it had been intended to cover McGonagall. "Have a nice day - love," he said, in his most irritating voice, and then zoomed out of the classroom just as quickly as he'd entered. The sound of footsteps drew his attention to the Professor herself returning down the corridor. Peeves waved at her with a gaping grin on his face and called out to her down the corridor, "Ah, Professor! I was just leaving." He cackled and disappeared into thin air with a pop.

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia smiled at how bewildered his face looked when she flung, the prank back in his faced. She then crossed her arms with a satisfied smile.

Oh boy this will be easy, why are people so frightened of peeves? He is not that bad. Not bad to say the least. He had spunk. I like that. I like that very much. Luckily I have much better spunk then him.

Patricia smirked at the remark of him calling her love.Then out of now were. He came up to her in a somersault and grabbed her shoe "hey-" but she was cut off by the shoe, witch flung over at McGonagall's desk and hit a mug. Witch began to roll. "No no no no!" she ran over trying to stop it but sadly it began to roll off the table, and shattered. "NO"

Patricia fell to her knees sweeping up the pieces with her hands then pulled out her wand. "Reparo" and the cup formed back into it's original form. She then jolted her head to wards Peeves to give him a good talking to. Then out of no wear, the bucket had come whirling at her.

It landed all over her. She was speechless. She couldn't believe what just had happened. Her hair was soaked in green glowing paint. Oh peeves your going to regret this you bloody poltergeist.She looked up and he was gone. "AHHH" she screamed. Wich echoed through the whole school, as if she saw Volemort herself. First hand.

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

Minerva finished up her errand quickly and then started on her way back to her classroom. Patrica's detention was almost to and end, and Minerva would need to check on her progress and give her instructions for the next detention. As she neared the classroom, a voice in the hallway startled her. She looked up to see Peeves. His notorious laugh could only mean one thing as he disappeared before her eyes.

Expecting the worst, Minerva entered into the classroom. There, in a sopping puddle of green goo stood Patrica. Minerva would have had a difficult time suppressing a grin had she not been infuriated that Peeves had decided upon her classroom to cause his chaos. With a flick of her wand, Minerva had cleaned up the green substance as though it were never there. Then, with an annoyed tone, she pointed to the pile of papers that had obviously been interfered with by Peeves. "You will come back tomorrow and finish the filing. Any questions? No, good. Have a nice evening then." Minerva shooed Patrica out the door and shut it behind her. She knew that it was Peeves to blame for the mess, and that was why she didn't take any house points from Slytherin. Patrica had to do the work regardless of what mess Peeves caused. As she walked back to her desk, she made a mental note to be sure to inform the Bloody Baron of this incident. This was the second time Peeves had interrupted her classroom in just this year.

((Patrica, you won't have to actually roleplay the rest of your detention. Consider your punishment completed. )