Originally Posted by Kolyander

Rylee wasn't sure whether to laugh or not at Nathan's comment. His words were all to true. "Mm' wouldn't that be something. Where would they hold the detention, the Great Hall? Or our on the Pitch?" There was a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips just then at the thought of it. It was slightly amusing in all honesty. What was next, getting in trouble for coughing during a lesson?

Clasping her hands together in front of her and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, she looked up at him. "Some of it I don't mind. Like the running. It keeps me in shape." Not to mention it was something she had done anyhow. "The rest of it though needs to stop. Telling me I can't use glitter... really? I. Like. Glitter." Rylee was practically seething inside that she couldn't use glitter or wear jewelry AND don't even get her started on the rest of those rules.

"Mhmm," she hummed. There was nothing to worry about.

Originally Posted by Symphora

Nathan grinned at her comment.”I wouldn’t be surprised if they hold the detention in either of those places, Rylee. It be better to have their hands full with them, we want them distracted. Remember?” The side of his lips turned up. For those who knew him personally, that could only mean one thing. Trouble.

“You like running that much?”He made a face at her. Nathan couldn’t care less for them. It wasn’t like he was bad at running. He just couldn’t do it everyday. ”I’m sick of running. I’m sick of hearing the old man’s voice in my head. I have no appetite to even sit in the great hall with him at the staff table. All the privileges you love suddenly taken away from you. Don’t you feel angry? Frustrated? Upset?” He questioned her.

He has had it with the old man regime. He didn’t like to be stepped on by people with their so-called authority. It made him want to punch things he shouldn’t be punching. How ironic. He has never been a violent person. But sometimes his temper has its own ways of breaking through.