This detention was so bad. Kevin had pictured it a lot worse before he came here. He still wasn't over the fact that the Professor was being nice to him though. That part still freaked him out a bit. But, if he had to admit, it was better than him yelling at him...

The Gryffindor nodded his head when he told him he could learn a new spell and then chuckled lightly when he mentioned Flamsteed being nice to teach him a few tricks. "Aaaactually" he said. "He didn't really teach me stuff, but i plan to learn the spells he had used" he was especially interested in that Tarantallegra spell. "It was more of a revenge thing" he shrugged. "Because he had attacked me last year"and before the Professor did not believe him, like a lot of other students, he held his hands up. "No lie!"see, no crossed fingers.

Woah...woahwoahwoah! He had NOT admitted that he had been wrong! He hadn't right? Or had he? Trying to remember what he had said, Kevin groaned a little bit when he realised that he HAD admitted he had been wrong. "AWW man, i hate admitting to things...so be happy okay?" He was back to his rude tone but it was also clear in his voice that he wasn't angry.

Taking out his wand, the Gryffindor pointed it at the first working station at the back of the room and waved it. "Scourgify" he said. The table cleaned itself and for a nth time being at Hogwarts he thought that magic was so cool. And so much better than having to clean with his hands...

Done with the first table, Kevin walked to the next one and waved his wand again but then stopped in midair. Sparks flew out of the wand hit the ceiling causing a small explosion but Kevin hadn’t even realised this that was how shocked he was "You DON'T hate me?" What was this game he was playing?!

Feeling dust dropping down on his head and shoulders, he looked up to see the small hole in the ceiling. “I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT!” He shouted apologetically. He wasn’t angry again right? Because Kevin felt better when people weren’t angry with him. Basically everyone was. He loved doing pranks but getting in to real fights was not something that he liked.

Not knowing how to repare the ceiling, the Gryffindor was a bit awkward in his movements when he turned back to the table. He waved his wand and used the scourgify spell to clean up the table as well as the ceiling dust that had dropped on it.

“I don’t hate you either…” he mumbled as he was now using Tergeo. “I….actually like your classes and I hope to get my potioneer license one day..just like my mom” They could be making a family company and brew new potions and stuff and sell them... that was his dream for now.

After a few minutes, Kevin was done cleaning all the tables and now made his way to the door. At first, he had wanted to run out the moment he was done cleaning the tables but now he actually didn't mind being in the same room with the Professor now that they weren't at each other's throats.

Picking up the rubbish bin , Kevin waved his wand at the rubbish, used "Wingardium Leviosa" and after a third try he was succesful in levitating the rubbish back in to the bin.