Ari rolled his eyes when the guy called them little snot. "It we're little snots I wonder what that makes you, an even bigger snot," he said, just before the door slammed shut. Wondering if he was heard. He really needed to cool it on the things that came out his mouth, but couldn't seem to help himself. Oh well. He thought with a shrug as he continued to clean.

He laughed as he listened to Irial, but that only made him belch again. Seriously needing something to wash this soap taste out his mouth.

Irial snickered at Ari's comment, but didn't say anything. He knew the professor couldn't hear them as he was going to get the old geezer, but he didn't want to say anything anyways. Then suddenly, something occurred to him.

He still had their wands!

Frowning and squeezing the sponge so he didn't say anything, he thought that the old geezer better have their wands or as soon as he left detention he was going to go to Lawson's office and barge in and demand their wands back.

Damn it all, that old geezer better get here soon!

Suddenly water seem to seep into the dungeon level, wetting everyone's feet.

Irial continued cleaning, minding his own business. He wasn't really speaking to Ari, just waiting for the old Professor to show up. He stepped back to see if his wall was clean enough, and herd a splash. Looking down, he let out a loud cry.

"Oy! There's water in here!" He crossed to Ari. "The dungeon's leaking! We've got to get out of here!" Hurrying over to the door, he began to bang on it, not taking any chances. He wasn't sure if the water was going to rise, but he wasn't sticking around to take any chances.

"The dungeon's leaking! And that guy's got our wands! Let us out!!" Irial shouted, pounding on the door.

Having been cleaning the farther wall Ari didn't notice the water until his brother cried out. Turning to see what was the problem. "What?" Ari replied, looking down and sure enough Irial's feet was in water that seemed to be coming in through the crack beneath the door.

"What is he trying to do drown us to death. This is going way to far," He replied as he to hurried to the door along with his brother and begun to pound on it. The bottom of his pants already soaked with water. "ANY ONE OUT THERE..."

Water continued seeping in, rising fast. It was now at waist level and continually rising... The water was cold and dark, green, and murky... and no spell was going to stop its ascent.

Irial happened to look down as he banged on the door, and noticed that the water was now at waist level. His eyes widened. "Oh crap," he muttered, then started banging harder. His fists were now red and it hurt every time he hit the door.

"Let us out!" he shouted, "we're gonna drown!" His clothes from the waist down were soaked, and he was getting more frantic by the second. "Ari, we've got to get out! They're gonna leave us here! I don't think the professor's doing this!"

With ever passing second the cold murky water moved higher and higher until it was at their waist. Panic filled Ari's eyes as they continued to bang on the door. His fists turning red and raw from the pounding. A shiver ran up his spine from the icy water. Great they was going to freeze and drown at the same time. What a why to spend detention. Even with the seriousness of their situation, Ari couldn't help laughing. "Oh man, this is crazy," he said. "Maybe not, but I don't see how we're going to get out of here unless he comes back and opens the door. In another ten minutes we're going to be goners."

"Stop laughing, Ari!" he shouted, growing more freaked out by the second. The water was rapidly rising and he grabbed the floating bucket and chucked it at the door. Nothing. "Damn!"

The Imps were screeching, and the noise was getting louder and louder. The suit of armor was quickly filling with water as well. One of the Imps wrenched open the face mask on the armor's head and released them all. But they couldn't get far; they were just as soaked as Irial and Ari. That didn't mean they didn't scream and screech.

"Ugh..I'm getting a headache..." he moaned, looking down at his hands. They were quite red, and he was getting tired. At this rate, he wasn't going to have any energy left. "Ari..." He turned to his brother.

"They're going to let us drown down here."

"Sorry. I know its not funny, but I couldn't help it. This is so ridiculous. If the dungeon's is filling with water you would think they'd remember that they keep students in detention down here," he replied. His whole body started to shake from the coldness of the water. Ari groaned when the imp's got out. Not only was they going to drown the had these little buggers flying crazy over their head panic about getting out of the room.

He didn't want to think about them not letting them out. "They better because if I die I'm coming back to hunt everyone," he replied. About to say more, but could when an imp started whizzing around his head. "What the....go away..." he cried, turning as he tried to hit it out of the way. Taking a quick step he slipped on an unknown item that was hiding under the quick rising water. Being so close to the door and having turned when he was trying to shoo the imp away he fell backwards and hit his head on the door, before going under the waist high water. The compact completely knocking him out.

"Ari!" Irial shouted, ceasing his attempts to call someone for help and wading through the water towards his brother. One of the Imps tugged on his hair and he seized it and threw it across the room where it landed in the water with a loud splash.

Aries was already under the water, and Irial couldn't see where he was; it was too dark and murky in the dungeon. Diving under, he felt around blindly, thanking Merlin that he could swim. It took him a painstaking minute or so, but he grabbed hold of dead weight. Tugging whatever it was back up towards the little air they had left, Irial burst through the water's surface and coughed uncontrollably.

When his coughing fit ceased, he pulled Ari's face close to his own to see what had happened. No warm spot, so no blood, which was good. At least he wasn't bleeding. But his brother was obviously unconscious. Damn it all. He hoisted Aries up so his head was clear above the water, but it was too difficult. He kept slipping so his younger, heavier brother kept going underwater.

Irial moaned, feeling completely broken. If this really was a detention, he was ready to die. This was too much. "Aries, wake up," he pleaded. "Someone please help us..." He wasn't normally this weak-hearted, but the detention had taken a lot out of him, and then the water. And now he had to fight to keep his brother above the water that was rapidly rising and keep him alive when Irial himself was losing energy.

He was about to give up.

When the water had risen so it was clearly more than just a little puddle, Myrtle had become a bit confused. And then more and more and more people flooded the dungeons and when she wasn't the centre of attention, she had to go some place where she would be.

"Dentioneeeeeees," the ghostie sang, floating through the wall of the torture chamber. Was this where she'd heard screams coming from earlier? "Are you wet yet?"

The ghost giggled and floated toward the door, just generally hovering around and watching the two Gryffindorks with amusement.

Irial's eyes widened as he heard a voice. Looking around wildly, his hair came out of his tie and fell in wet pieces around his face. "Myrtle!" he hissed. "What?!" He knew of this ghost because of the books he read and people he'd heard talking about ghosts. This was the annoying one who'd died in a bathroom. Was she the one doing this?!

"Myrtle!" he shouted, attempting to keep his unconscious brother afloat. "My brother's been knocked out, please go get someone! I can't keep him held up!" He was desperate. "Please, Myrtle. I'll do anything if you just go get someone!"

It was a very good thing that Irial pulled him out before the water could fill his lungs. But he was still unconscious and dead weight on his brother now. A lump forming where he had hit his head, that was sure to give him a major headache once he awoke. He moaned softly escaped his throat when his name was said, but that was it.

If she screamed at the top of her lungs would it all go away?

Not likely. With Ethan hot on her heals... or wet on her heals, Cari unlocked the door and heaved with all her might.

Water pressure. Not cool.

Luckily there was more pressure in there than out of there, so when it came open, it merely sent Cari flying backwards a not inconsiderable distance.

"Ow," she said dryly, hitting the wall. It was an Avalon thing.

Irial was distracted with Myrtle and didn't hear the door open until the Imps, who were bothering him, still tugging at his hair, and trying to pull him under zoomed away from him and flew straight towards whoever opened the door.

"Urgh..." he groaned, pulling his unconscious brother towards the door. He squinted, trying to see who it was. "Who's there?" he called, his voice hoarse from yelling. "The Imps! Watch out!" he warned.

Ethan carefully pulled Cari to her feet, a gentle grip on her arm until she had her footing again, then he sloshed into the chamber, immediately spotting the unconcious child.

"Cari?" He looked at her to deal with that and glanced around the room. Right. How to get out. Portkey. He had a license to make emergency portkeys... that would work. Needed something to charm though.

"We'll move you to the owlery, don't think that your detentions are over simply because of a little... okay, a lot of water. What are your names?" Ethan pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket, eyeing them. Yeah, they'd do for a portkey. "I'm going to create a portkey to get you out of here, but you must do exactly as I tell you. Have either of you travelled by portkey before?" He dodged as a flurry of little creatures headed toward him and Cari, pulling her out of the way and glancing behind him as the imps disappeared, presumably to look for dry land. One thing he owed to Kazimeriz, was all the training that had gotten him such good reflexes.

Snort.

Thanks Kazi.

He turned back to the detainees, expectantly.

Irial looked at a man, obviously a Professor, wade into the room and ask their names and something about a Portkey. "I'm Irial Darkk," he said, fully cooperating with the man. "And this is my younger brother, Aries, or Ari, Darkk." He shifted his brother higher up so he wouldn't go under. Again.

He looked at the woman, and wondered who she was. He hadn't had time to meet the professors and staff as he had been thrown in detention before the feast was even over. "No.." he said, shaking his head. "Never traveled by Portkey before." At the mention of their detention not being over because of all this water, he scowled, but smoothed his face over, not in the mood to argue with anyone.

"What do you need us to do? Ari can't do anything as he's currently knocked out."

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Ethan carefully pulled Cari to her feet, a gentle grip on her arm until she had her footing again, then he sloshed into the chamber, immediately spotting the unconcious child.

"Cari?" He looked at her to deal with that and glanced around the room. Right. How to get out. Portkey. He had a license to make emergency portkeys... that would work. Needed something to charm though.

"We'll move you to the owlery, don't think that your detentions are over simply because of a little... okay, a lot of water. What are your names?" Ethan pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket, eyeing them. Yeah, they'd do for a portkey. "I'm going to create a portkey to get you out of here, but you must do exactly as I tell you. Have either of you travelled by portkey before?" He dodged as a flurry of little creatures headed toward him and Cari, pulling her out of the way and glancing behind him as the imps disappeared, presumably to look for dry land. One thing he owed to Kazimeriz, was all the training that had gotten him such good reflexes.

Snort.

Thanks Kazi.

He turned back to the detainees, expectantly.

Oh, this is it. I'm going to slip under and drown. It's time. It's- oh! She felt Ethan grab her arm and hoist her up. Well then. Not today water! Or at least not right this second!!!

She sloshed over to the unconscious boy. He was going to be heavy. "What happened?" she asked, trying to get a look at him. Oh she hoped it was safe to Rennervate him. Carrying him would be too much for her.

"Ooof!" Cari grunted as Ethan pulled her out of the way of mad Imps making a break for it. Clever Imps. She'd be doing the same if it weren't her job to be reviving and saving children who had the bad sense to get detention in the middle of a bloody flood.

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Irial looked at a man, obviously a Professor, wade into the room and ask their names and something about a Portkey. "I'm Irial Darkk," he said, fully cooperating with the man. "And this is my younger brother, Aries, or Ari, Darkk." He shifted his brother higher up so he wouldn't go under. Again.

He looked at the woman, and wondered who she was. He hadn't had time to meet the professors and staff as he had been thrown in detention before the feast was even over. "No.." he said, shaking his head. "Never traveled by Portkey before." At the mention of their detention not being over because of all this water, he scowled, but smoothed his face over, not in the mood to argue with anyone.

"What do you need us to do? Ari can't do anything as he's currently knocked out."

"Aries can be revived as long as he doesn't have a spinal cord injury, if he does, I have to mend that first," Cari said impatiently. Honestly, was she expected to spend the night down here with the unconscious child?

Was drowning in her job description now?

It certainly WAS NOT!

Another moan drifted from his mouth, but he was still unaware of what was going on. His head hung low as Irial tried to keep him above the water. Already he could feel the pain in his head from hitting it. This was turning out be be a very interesting detention. Chained, darkness, imp's, and now nearly drowned. It probably was a good thing he was unconscious because he would have been mouthing off like crazy because of this mess.

"Looooookit! Someone's heeeeeeere!" Myrtle sing-sang with great gusto.

She starting to enjoy this little bit of dungeon water. Let THEM see what it was like to live in a bathroom. And maybe, if some students did drown, they would come back as ghosts? They could all turn the Slytherin common room into a whine factory! What an idea!

"Soooo you said you would do anything?" she giggled and ignored the panicking healer and the monotonous professor. Myrtle floated up to Irial's face and started her eyelash fluttering. She puckered her lips out slightly. "When you said annnnything, did you mean it?"

Irial looked at the woman, whom he thought was the school nurse. "Aries hit his head," he explained. "An imp was attacking him and he went to seize it and he slipped and fell." He shifted the said boy up a little more and frowned at him. "I think he may have swallowed some water too."

Turning to the Professor that was in the room, he sighed. The Owlery. Well, at least it'd be dry. Hopefully everything would calm down soon. He was exhausted. Starving too, since during the feast his lips were hexed shut. It was amazing that he'd held on this long without eating.

"What's going on?" he asked, not really expecting a straight answer.

When Myrtle spoke to him, he flinched and turned towards her. She was suddenly right up in her face. Well, she wasn't this bad up close... Sighing, he nodded. "Well, I did mean it," he said warily. "But now that someone's here, it doesn't matter, does it?" He hoped that she'd just forget about his desperate begging, but doubted that she would.

"It's just a weeeee little bit of water," Myrtle answered the boy with yet another giggle.

He probably wasn't asking her, but that wasn't important. The ghost started twirling one of her pigtails oh-so innocently and continued the eyelash fluttering.

"It matters to meeeeeee," she sniffled. "Can...can I come visit you in alllllll your detentions? Pleeeeeeeeease? And if you don't escape this one will you come haunt my bathroom with me? Pleeeeeeease?"

Heheheee who could resist that pimply face and screechy charm?

Irial nodded. "Well, if it matters to you that much, sure," he said, not really wanting to refuse her, as she could bother him. "And sure, if I don't escape, which seems likely that I will escape, but if I don't, I'll come haunt your bathroom with you." He gave a reassuring smile amidst all of this havoc.

Besides, he rather liked Myrtle. She was amusing in her annoying ghostie way.

"Myrtle. What would it take to get you to look for leaks?" Ethan asked the ghost politely... and monotonously.

"All we know is that there is flooding. Figured we'd rescure you lot before trying to figure out why... apart from the obvious guess that we are under the lake." Though Ethan couldn't see why that would happen now and not at before.

He looked at the boy that was talking. "Alright, when I activate the portkey, you will need to hold onto your brother and touch it. You will feel a pulling sensation from here." Ethan gestured at his belly button, "And then you will arrive at your destination. Rather than wake him up," Ethan eyed Cari, to check, "It might be better that you just hold on to him and we will wake him once we join you up in the owlery." Unless he woke on his own.

Ethan passed his sunglasses to the boy, sighing a bit mournfully. "Hold on to this and get a good supportive grip on your brother and I'll set the charm."