Enya had slowly walked down the dark, gloomy corridor to Dungeon Five. Best know as Detention! Gah she didn't like the sound of this at all, it seemed so gloomy, she'd never been in detention before - though she was confuesed as to how she got through her first year without getting one - what did they do? The thought made her shiver. She wanted this over with, so she could go back to the normal life of the school - maybe meet Louisa and Skye around the place. She hoped!

Stepping into the room where she was suppose to check in - well she thought she needed to - she peeked around the place. Still dark, and gloomy. Was this palce ever welcoming? She didn't think so. After a look around she noticed a podium with a book and quill on. Was she suppose to write in it? She creeped forward towards the book, staring at it. Staring down at what was written she saw the three words, 'name', 'house', 'year'. She Shrugged, alright so she was suppose to write in it. Picking up the quill Enya slowly wrote her details.

Let's get this detention started.

Professor Kingsley made his way down to the dungeons, note from Mister Stern still tucked into his robes.

Spying the second year, he moved over the sign in sheet and nodded as he read it. "Good. I will need your wand, Miss Mayberry. After you have given it to me, you may proceed to the Hooligan Hole."

He extended his hand, palm up, to take the wand.

Enya jumped a little when she heard someone walk towards her, there shoes making a loud sound in the quite place. She turned to watch the Professor who had given her detention in the first place head towards her. She looked down at her shoes while he got closer. She was still looking down when he sighed the book - she could hear the scrath of the quill on the parchment - and turned towards her.

He wanted her wand!? But-but what happens if she needed it? Like what if they set some horrible creature on her? How'd she get out of that!? Enya moved her hand to her wand, grasping it tightly in her hand. She looked up at the Professor to plead with him, maybe he'd let her keep it, but one look at his face she sighed and handed over the wand. She mentally hit herself over the move and glared slightly at the Professor.

Casting one more look at him she turned to locate which room she was suppose to be in. Gah. She was already hating herself and the Professor for this. Let the detention begin.

Tucking the girl's wand away, he proceeded down the hall to the Hooligan Hole.

He hated these blasted dungeons. If only students would behave, he wouldn't have to be down here so much.

He gave an involuntary shiver and he made his way down the hall.

Dylan stormed into the dungeon. How dare she give him detention! All he wanted was to read. And maybe read with her, but that one wasn't final. She was soooo off his list now. He scrawled his name in the ledger. And waited for the witch to turn up.

When Kimber arrived in the dungeon she was glad to see the eyebrow-less Denver had already made it. So, it seemed he could follow some orders. There was hope for him yet.

"Your wand, Mr. Denver," she said, holding her hand out in front of her.

Dylan frowned. "My wand?" He shook his head. "Not happening. Sorry. You have your own wand. You don't need mine as well." Nope he was not giving it up. Never ever! Even if she was a teacher.

Kimber glared at him. 'Why must everything be a argument with this one?' she thought, staring down at him. "That's cute," she said, smiling. "You must have assumed I was asking." Without another word, she drew her own wand and non-verbally disarmed the Slytherin.

Dylan eyed the woman. Yep she was now on his hit list. He felt his wand fly out of his pocket. "Hey give that back. That is theft. I can tell the Headmaster on you. For you stole my wand."

Kimber caught the wand in midair and stowed it away for safekeeping. When she heard what be had to say next, she laughed. It was a scary laugh but one she used well. "Yes Mr. Denver, you do that. Knock yourself out."

"Now move!" she ordered. "You have a date with the Lover's Lair." Cue evil grin.

Dylan smiled, "A date you say? I look forward to it." He could always tackle her to the ground and steal his wand back. Hehe. He wasn't one for the evil laughs, they were just creepy. Maybe if he cried she would give it back. Nah that was going to far. He still wanted to be a man.

He smirked, and headed to the lover's lair. That sounded exciting.

Adam walked into the check in area for his soon to be detention.
On a piece of paper, the check in he wrote
Adam Burn. Gryffindor. First Year.

What was he to do now?

Nolan walked down to the Divination room, in a bit of a better mood than before since he'd let his class out. "Ah good, you're on time," he said to the Gryffindor he'd assigned detention to.

"We'll be headed to Room 4 - The Criminal Cell. So, if you'd please follow me, we'll get started," he said, walking down the hall and gesturing for him to follow.

Adam trekked behind Professor Reynolds. Mr. Burns head slung over as he walked.

He had done as he asked, and made his way down to the Detention wing as soon as class was over. It didn't mean he was happy about it, or was acting out of full free will; he was simply here because he had to be. Brief thoughts about the detentions the Prefects had recieved from Lafay last year started to press into his mind, making him wonder at what she might pull this time. But as quickly as they had come, he shoved them back. He didn't know what to expect and he wasn't going to dwell on it.

Stepping up to the sign in desk, he wrote his name down without a word.
With that finished, he slipped to the side of the hall and waited. Whatever it was going to be, he was sure interesting wouldn't be the full, proper way to define it.

Katie walked up to the desk, great, detention, she took the quill and wrote:

Katie Star . Slytherin . First Year

The worst thing was her detention was goind to be with the scary potions teacher, Katie wish she didn't have detention but at the same time it was a good thing, she was going to learn her lesson and that was the main thing.

He hadn't been expecting anyone else to join him in the dreary halls of the dungeon, and was more than a little surprised when a first year Slytherin checked in. A small frown tugged over his brow as he watched the girl, trying to pin-point her familiarity.

Then he remembered. Potions. There was another in the class who had gotten a detention amongst the chaos of exploding cauldrons. Managing a small smile in attempt to make the situation a little more light hearted, Sabel tilted his head at the girl, considering her, "You've been sent down to the dragon's den as well, I see."

"Dakest, I don't believe I gave you permission to talk..." Hecate said as she came in. "Miss Star you are assigned to the Prankster's Penitentiary. Dakest, you and your big mouth can head over to the Torture Chamber," and a smirk played on her lips.

"I shall head there now Professor Lafey" Katie said, she wanted to try and get the good side of her, Katie had a feeling that deep down in Lafey's soul she was friendly.

Torture chamber?! Sabel stared a little at the Professor, trying to process just exactly what a torture chamber was in a school. Surely, it was not the same as the old movies, and some of the new, with all the strange devices. If it was, this woman was simply barking mad.

Sparing the other girl a glance, he did his best not to express his concern for either of them, and started down the hall to the chamber. Him and his big mouth indeed.

Ohhhhhh....Merlin, here we go.

Savannah's eyes wandered around the dungeon, half terrified and half....proud.She was almost PROUD she was in the current situation she was in, proud enough to be considered a legit rebel. Of course, she was scared though too. She was actually SHAKING in her little black Jimmy Choos.

WHAT IF THEY BURNED HER SHOES?! Or even worse....what if they ruined her pretty face?!

*wibble*

Her eyes wandered down to the paper before her, getting out her pink fuzzy pen in the process. It wrote in pink ink And started writing down the needed info.

Quote:

Savannah Conrad
Slytherin
Seventh Year

Now was just time to wait.....

Aaaaagh. The moment Ella walked through the door, the nervousness got a lot worse. It's not like she wasn't used to detentions in general, but Hogwarts detentions were something different. Something Ella had no idea on.

Great. Savannah was there before her. *eye roll* Ella shot her an evil glare, and almost shoved her out of the way to get to the front desk. This was all that stupid girls fault. Gah. Without saying a word to her, she picked up a quill and wrote the required details on the piece of parchment in front of her.

Quote:

Ella Ainsworth. Slytherin. Sixth Year

Oh Merlin. What had she got herself into? D:

The blonde's eyes wandered along the dungeon, tapping her heel on the ground as she waited for someone, well anyone to show up. She heard footsteps and her head turned around, her blonde hair flopping in her face in the process. Her eyes narrowed as she realized WHAT it was.

THING.

Had they SERIOUSLY been that stupid to put them in the same room at the same time? It was like they WANTED them to fight even more. See though, Savannah was going to be the big girl and NOT attack physically. She would have something to say again though considering Miss Conrad always had something to say.

"Soooo...I hear you're back with Ai-Ai..."

*smirk*

And for the first time, she wasn't jealous.

And then....she was getting GLARED at? Pffft.

"Staring at people is rude, THING."And then she glared back.

Oh, wow. Even though they were in the danger filled dungeons, where Professor Lafay could pounce on them at any moment, Savannah decided to talk. Meaning, an argument was fast approaching. A sense of confusion filled Ella's brain when she said 'Ai-Ai'. Then it clicked. Merlin, she had actually forgotten that it was her stupid nickname for Aiden. But what was this? A smirk? Savannah wasn't angry or jealous? Hmm.
"Yes. I am back with AIDEN." She emphasised his name. Cos it was his NAME. Sheesh. Apart from that, this conversation seemed to be going well. Compared to their other conversations, anyway. Maybe Savannah's immaturity had faded?

Nope. Course not. "Ugggh, stop calling me that, or I'll happily tackle you to the ground." Not that this was the time or place for that..... Oh well, it was said now. Ella didn't retract her comment, just waited to see what she'd say back.