Irial grinned. "Alright. Ten Galleons, and...you clean up after me for a week. How about that?" He lightly punched his brother on the arm, looking around once more. "But we've got to make it through both detentions without cracking. Who knows what the old geezer'll have planned for us when we're finished with this one."

He touched one of the devices...chains...and smiled. This was certainly going to be interesting.