Jack gave Jake a dirty look "Oh no you di-n't" Jack snorted "Ballroom?" Jack stared "I know your name" Jack smirked "I am big... bigger than you" he gave Jake a searching look "I don't have... anger... issues" Jack said forcedly

Jack laughed almost manically "Me? Settle down?" he saw her stand behind Jake

Jack saw the woman and growled under his breath, as she turned to Lyra, Jack took a swing at Jake with his fist, hopefully he could tell houston that contact had been made

Oh thank goodness! "Professor Bunbury," Lyra said with excitement. "Actually, Robert and I were just meeting up in the hallway to..." was it safe to say they weren't going to study? "Work on Herbology when we heard one boy yelling." She surely didn't want the professor hurt in any way as it would be TERRIBLE if she or herself broke a nail, or better yet, got some sort of goopy stuff on them like blood.

But just as soon as she finished her statement, she was hit right square in the nose. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!" This was not good, this was NOT GOOD!!!!!

As Jake looked up at Professor Bunbury, his saviour, he heard a whistling through the air and instinctively ducked.

It turned out Jack had swung for him. Jake gulped and backed away, into someone, his heart going triple speed. Jake's breathing quickened as he panicked. Let me go... LET ME GET AWAY FROM THIS PSYCHO!!!!!

But his voice failed him.

Robert clenched his jaw and his fists as the boy screamed trying hard not to cover his ears. "Bloody hell boy. What are you five? Calm down."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lyra walk past him and reached out to grab her hand, "Lyra..." She has walked over to them and was trying to get the boy to calm down. Rolling his eyes he walked behind her just in case...

Hearing yet another voice Robert turned around to find Professor Bunbury there and he unclenched his fists and put his arm around Lyra carefully pulling her away from the first year. But he was too late. As he heard Lyra scream he turned around sharply to see her holding her nose. He rushed forward and grabbed the first year, "Enough!"

And there that boy went, completely ignoring the presence of a professor as he tried to hit Jake. That wouldn't do; Bunbury couldn't have her cat's favorite cushion injured! And then he went and missed Jake, injuring LYRA! NO! That girl had a modeling career going for her!

"STOP!" she stated loudly, whipping out her wand. A bang sounded in the corridor and Jack Mosier found himself lying ten feet away from the other students, wrapped in tight, binding ropes. Only his mouth wasn't gagged just yet.

"Explain yourself," Bunbury growled, click-clacking over to glare down at his face. "Who gives you the authority to punch another student, regardless of how angry you might be?" He had better answer and he'd better answer fast or soon he wouldn't even have the opportunity to reply.

Jack snorted "I warned ya"

Jack saw Jake move back, he used his other fist and swung again

"Shut up"

Jack suddenly had a flying lesson! "Oh, I was flying without wings" he snorted "Leave it" he mumbled.

As he heard the professor Robert let go of the boy in disgust and walked back over toward Lyra. Slipping his hand under her chin he looked at her with a wince, "You alright?"

The next fist hit Jake in his left eye, and Jake stood in shock. Scared. That hurt... that hurt.

Jake stood, shaking like mad, looking around at everyone. Ohnoohnoohnoohnoohno! His eye's lingered on the woman's wand and he almost started hyperventilating.

He wasn't welcome. Not here. Not in Hufflepuff. Not anywhere.

Petrified, knowing he'd be beaten up or hexed, Jake stumbled down the corridor, heading for the grounds, still shaking.

A strangled cry escaped his lips as the stairs came too soon and he fell down the first few. A little shocked, Jake backed up again. Maybe I won't leave QUITE yet...

It was all he could do to prevent himself crying.

Jack sniggered at Jake, he was scared, good, he deserved it 'yes' Jcak cheered silently as Jake fell down the stairs.

Lyra felt large fingers pulling her chin up. Tears flowed from her eyes as the nose was a sensitive spot. "NO," she cried as she couldn't stop the wetness from her eyes. "That hurt." No one had ever hit her and she had never felt the need to go to the hospital wing before for absolutely nothing. She needed to go now.

She closed her eyes as the pain was enormously...bad. "Why the faceeeeee? My arm would have been better!" She was angry now as her eyes were beginning to swell. "Or better yet my fist in his face would have been a LOT better."

Jack threw the girl a dirty look "Go on then, I'm tied up, take a swing at the firstie" he leered

Robert looked down at her and swallowed as he saw her crying. Her nose wasn't bleeding at least. As he continued to look down at her he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead lightly.

He glanced over his shoulder at the professor, "I am going to take her to the hospital wing if that's alright professor." Looking back at Lyra and with a last glare at the boy on the floor that was bound he walked Lyra down the corridor, his arm still around her. "Yea...trust me...his face would have been a lot better."

Well clearly that boy wasn't learning anything. "Put a sock in it," she growled at the boy, flicking her wand at him again so his mouth was now gagged. He wouldn't be a problem for now.

Then she had to take care of Lyra, who didn't look too bad. "Dear dear," she tsked, patting the Hufflepuff on the shoulder. "The nurse will be able to fix you up just fine, darling, don't fret."

Sigh. This was not the best day. Darn children. "Yes Robert, thank you for escorting Lyra. You're such a gentleman." She smiled at the Claw. "And don't worry, I'll take care of that brat."

She spun on her heel to stare down at the bound and gagged boy. "Fifteen points from Hufflepuff for fighting in the corridors AND hitting a girl. Unacceptable."

Twirling her wand at the troublemaking boy, she levitated him to about waist level. "Oh, and I wouldn't object if you felt the need to retaliate, Miss Noir," she stated with a dark twinkle in her eye. She probably wouldn't, since she was a responsible Hufflepuff after all, but Bunbury had no problem asking.

"And where did Mr. Upstead go?"

Jack made some muffled sounds 'FIFTEEN?' he screamed silently

Jake looked back down the corridor as he heard his last name. Uh-oh.

"I'm... I'm here, ma'am..." Jake called shakily, eyeing the woman's wand. Oh for the love of all things bound and gagged! What was she going to do to him? "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know I did anything wrong... please, don't hurt me!" he cried, the tears spilling down his face. But his eyes were watering... he totally wasn't crying. But he may have been a tad terrified.

Ignoring the muffled protests of the boy all tied up, Professor Bunbury click-clacked back to Jake.

"Yes Jake, what --- why---" oh for the love of Merlin, he's blubbering! "Why are you crying dear? Did he hit you too?" She reached the boy and frowned, patting him awkwardly on the shoulder. "I just wanted to know why Mr. Angry here decided to target you as a punching bag." Her bright blue eyes searched his face, trying to ascertain the cause. Children didn't just burst into angry flames for no reason, after all. Usually.

Lyra heard that little fistie Huffie babbling behind her. Did the Sorting Hat place him in the wrong House? He sure as heck was not a HUFFLEPUFF! Snot nosed kid! If there was one thing she would do if Bunbury was not there it would be the simple fact of torturing that little Huffie to make him cry, and she would do it. He just messed with the WRONG girl. Paybacks were hell-acious!

And then there went 15 points from the Huffies. "What to go snot nosed kid," she mumbled under her breath then paused as Robert leaned into her forehead and gently placed his lips there. Her eyes widened and it seemed as though she stopped breathing. Her green eyes looked up to his. This time she was the one to blush as she was soooo not expecting that.

She began to walk with the sweet Ravie who was now taking her to the hospital wing. "Thank you Professor," she said as she stopped to make sure to tell her one thing. "And I do need to speak with you when...all of this is over with of course." She sighed as she placed her arm around Robert, allowing him to help her towards the hospital wing.

Jack glared at her, he didn't mean to hit her, he'd warned her, He had felt guilty but now, he didn't, she seemed like she deserved it... or at least needed it.

Lady-with-a-wand approaching! Man all weak points!

Jake furiously wiped his face. Darn tears- erm watery eyes -always approached without warning.

"I'm not-" save it, Jake. "-I mean... he kinda clipped my... eye," Jake replied, calming somewhat. Imposing she may be... but she didn't seem too bad.

Why... why? That was a good question.

"Errm..." he started shakily, frowning, furrowing his brow (though he stopped upon discovering it hurt). "I was just walking... down this corridor, thinking to my...self. And I was just trying to walk some anger... off, when I saw J-Jack here. And he's everywhere I am... stupid coincidences... and he said I called him stupid..." Jake thought for a moment. "But I didn't... I thought it, unless I said it allowed without noticing. Then I told him he had anger issues..." Ah... that would be it. "But it's true! He just flips out!"

Jake bit his lip, remembering how Professor Bunbury didn't like it when people rambled on. "Sorry..." he said, not really sure why he was apologising, but doing it anyway. Maybe for rambling or crying...

"Now they're angry with me because it's my fault they got hit..." Jake mumbled, more to himself.

Jack sniggered at Jake.... so funny. Oh wait, he'd done it again? Dammit. He had to be careful, Jack gasped as Jake showed his weakness by saying one of the forbidden words, then he spluttered, choking on his gag.

"Of course, Lyra, come talk to me anytime," she nodded to the poor, injured girl. "My office is always open."

Well, that was a lie since it was locked at the moment, but in theory she was always around that area. Anyways, the boys had to be dealt with now.

"Oh, he hit you too?" She tsk-tsked softly, peering at his eye which was indeed starting to swell up. "You should have the nurse take a look at that, or put a compress on there containing a bit of willow and aloe..." she trailed off thoughtfully, realizing that she was indeed rambling too.

Bunbury nodded at his explanation. Oh yes, she understood people with anger issues - after all, she was a bit of an angry person herself. She couldn't help it, she was a redhead! "Well, thank you for clarifying that, Jake. It wasn't your fault, really dear, just a series of unfortuante events...er...coincidences."

She patted the boy once more on his shoulder and then walked back to the bound boy, releasing the gag from his mouth with one more wand flick. "You will, of course, be receiving detention for this encounter, Mr....er..." Bunbury looked back to Jake to supply his name. "In addition to the fifteen points. Now, do you have anything to add before I shackle you to the dungeon wall?"

That was just a wee overstatement - Bunbury didn't know if the Hogwarts dungeons still had chains and whips and such but Merlin be darned if she wasn't going to find out.

Chris Potter was walking down the hall way and saw Professor Bunburry. "Good Afternoon Professor Bunbury, lovely day is it not?" he said politely

Jack looked up "Mosier, Remember that" he told her "Would it matter if I did?" he asked skeptically.

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Chris Potter was walking down the hall way and saw Professor Bunburry. "Good Afternoon Professor Bunbury, lovely day is it not?" he said politely

Oh great, another student. Why oh why did Hogwarts have to contain so many?

"Afternoon, Mr. Potter," she sighed at the boy. "It's lovely outside and just such a toasty atmosphere in here." Toasty here meaning red-hot-detention time. She smiled wolfishly and then turned back to the bound boy.

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Jack looked up "Mosier, Remember that" he told her "Would it matter if I did?" he asked skeptically.

"Mosier, no, you really have no say in the matter." She eyed him critically from head to toe and then flicked her wand one last time. The boy, who had been levitating, dropped the three feet to the ground with a solid thud. He was no longer tied up with ropes.

"And you're free to go....go meet me in the dungeons, that is." Bunbury turned her evil smile on him now. "And don't be late if you wish to leave in one piece."

"His name is Jack Mosier, Ma'am," Jake said, tentatively touching his eye. "And thank you for the advice... I may go to the hospital wing though."

Then, attempting to act harder than he was, though he was shaking like the dickens, Jake stood up tall... erm... as tall as he could go. "Yes, ma'am, unfortunae coincidences... wrong place at the wrong time... with the wrong emotions flying about." Bah! Stupid emotions.

Jake felt a little more assured, though he feared for his safety in the Hufflepuff first year boys dorm. Professor Bunbury was better than his first, second and third impressions had... well... impressed in his brain.

"I should go... sort my eye out..." and my nerves.