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It was a bluish-green in color and the vapors slowly began to rise upwards into Jack's face. He hit the warm spot. Vindictus was thankful that his gas mask was protecting him from the smell. "Careful there, Jack," he said and saw a little of the dragon dung splatter the kid's goggles. |
Jack closed his mouth, his lips formed a tight seal and he smiled, pretending it was mud, he wiped the dung off and nodded, then, he carried on, thinking of Sakura made him work, work like he'd never worked before, Jack sorted through two more handfuls of the dung and started to work on another handful, when was this barrel going to be empty? |
Vindictus watched Jack smear the dragon dung and shook his head as another speck landed in the boy's hair. "You've gotta reach into that barrel, Jack 'ol boy." |
Jack bit his lip as some went in his hair it's ok, I can wash it, I can wash it he told himself as he bent over the barrel, his feet almost came off the ground as Jack scooped up some more dung, sifting through that he scooped up some more, he was definately going to avoid Herbology now. Jack pointedly ignored being called 'ol boy' as he sorted through more dung. |
Jack was now halfway into the barrel and Vindictus was willing himself not to have a flashback to a detention he served during his second year. Each time the Hufflepuff reappeared, he seemed to have smudges of the dragon dung on him. "Goat shampoo should help get rid of the smell after four days," he suggested. "Too bad you deliberately ran your fist into the nose of someone who knows where to get the stuff." |
Jack looked up at Vindictus "I didn't deliberately hit her, she... got in the way" he shrugged and then carried on sorting through the dung. |
"Still, your fist made contact with Lyra's nose," Vindictus responded and resisted the urge to push Jack's entire body into the barrel. "You need to get past your people issues and dig deeper in that barrel." |
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"Uh, Jack . . . no!" Vindictus shouted and he was a little horror-struck at what the Hufflepuff just did. He climbed into the barrel of dragon dung. "Great. Now you've got it everywhere on your person. They're gonna kick you out of the common room for smelling like . . . like a gardener." |
Jack looked up at Vindictus "I wasn't going in head first" he explained before sorting through some more dung "like you wanted me to" Jack muttered more to himself. He'd sleep in the bathroom, or at the bottom of the lake, or.... wherever |
The thick, musty aroma of dragon dung had alerted Anastasia that Maximus was indeed the Detention Master - and he was certainly doing her proud with this detention. She poked her head back in the door of the Hooligan Hole and inhaled deeply, not even needing a surgical mask for the foul stench of hard work and steamy manure. "Excellent work, Professor," she smiled evilly at her coworker. She click-clacked her heels over to the boy in the barrel and watched him work with amusement. "Enjoying yourself, Mr. Mosier?" she asked pleasantly, twirling her wand as she paced around the barrel. "That dung will be most useful on my Venemous Tentaculas - they do get rather snippy though if any lumpy pieces come near their roots." She cackled cheerfully and threw a wink at the flying professor. |
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Vindictus walked over to the barrel and peered in. "Looks like you've got about a quarter of the barrel left to go," he said and stepped away. "Does Jack's work thus far meet your expectations, Professor Bunbury?" |
Jack sighed as he saw how much he had left, working faster and more carefully he sorted through three more handfuls of dung |
Vindictus looked again. "My estimate is ten more handfuls, Jack," he said and stood back to observe. |
"Sheesh" Jack muttered to himself, shifting his feet, Jack scooped up more dung, sorting it out he scooped up another handful, obviously he was meant to hate this, but it was... sort of refreshing... Jack sorted the handful while waiting for a reply |
"Get out of the barrel, Jack so that Professor Bunbury can examine the dragon dung," Vindictus said and looked over at the Herbology professor who was standing in the doorway. "Well, Professor - does the dung meet your approval? Jack was a good boy while working on this smelly task." |
Jack nodded as he jumped out of the barrel, at least Vindictus had given him a good report, Jack so didn't want to give that stupid letter to Lyra and Jake but he had a feeling that the professor wouldn't forget, looking up anxiously at the professor, Jack waited for an answer. |
Bunbury smirked as she paced around the two barrels and the filthy boy. Could he be any more disgusting? Possibly. He was a bit of a bully, after all. "Well well, the dung will have to do," she nodded curtly at the barrel. "But the real question is: Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Mosier? Fighting with students will only lead you to a barrel of muck?" She raised a red eyebrow and waited for the child to respond. He was going to be delivering those letters, after all. |
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Anastasia narrowed her eyes at Jack, not believing him for once second. But if he wanted to leave and continue to cause ruckus in the corridors - well, he might not be coming back to Hogwarts in the future. Such a shame since he was merely a firstie and all. "Fine then, get out of my sight," she growled, waving the boy out of the dungeons with her hand. "And thank you ever so much for your help, Max, the barrels of dung were just so thoughtful." She smiled in earnest at the flying instructor and then waved her wand at the fertilizer, hovering it out the door in front of her all the way back to the greenhouses. |
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Heminny walked in through the door marked hooligan hole with a grim face thinking this is my first offense, why is he punishing me so harshly. |
"Wipe that grimace off your face or else I'll bring Professor Kazimeriz in here to do it for you," Vindictus growled as he entered the room. "You were completely out of line in class yesterday and your punishment is going to fit the crime." He pulled out his wand and a clean table appeared. With a few more flicks, different piles of papers appeared. "I'm behind on my important paper work because insolent pupils like you prevent me from doing everything that my job entails." He flicked his wand again and a rickety wooden stool appeared. "Have a seat and try not to scoot. Nasty splinters." |
Herminny walked over to the wood stool and sat down wondering what the professor could have in store for her. |
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