Detention was just about over, he could feel it in his gut. Which was a good feeling, and not that one where he had the need to throw up through most of Detention. The Room smelled less like Vomit now, and more like Laundry Detergent. "I'll hop right to it." Really how hard could slipping notes under doors be...if he didn't take into account two of those doors would be past the Greenhouse, and the other was Lafay's. Shouldn't he be allowed one final meal of his choosing. He suddenly, and for the first time craved Ice Cream.

One last thing? "Oh my Summer assignment!" He'll make sure Theodore writes it the correct way this time. "I'll have that to you once I finish informing the Head's, and Professor James" Good, Large-Forehead happy yet?