"With. Your. Mouth." She said getting angry, and with a flourish of her wand, summoned the spaghetti to move around furiously, spewing sauce all over the place. Hecate did not care if the sauce splattered her, but as it seemed it whipped around so hard if it hit her it would sting like a whip... so she shielded herself... as she had taken away the boy's wand, he could not do the same.

"I. Will. Not!" he said through clenched teeth. Getting up on his elbows, he moved to try to get to his feet when the spaghetti started whipping around his face and arms, diving back down covering his head with his hands, he winced as it slapped his open skin stinging with each and every hit.

"Torture is not going to work." he muttered. "I will not eat it like an animal." His hands still covering his face trying to shield himself.

She raised her want and the spaghetti wrapped around his wrists and ankles, lifting him and pulling him to the wall, spread eagle... which was funny... cause he was a Ravenclaw.

With another flourish, the bits of food on the floor started shooting themselves on the boy's mouth, trying to make it inside. "You are being a bad boy, Master Stevenson, you shouldn't waste food... think about all those children who don't have anything to eat. And here you are playing with it, throwing it around at parties... Now you are going to eat it."

As his hands and feet were suddenly wrapped by the spaghetti noodles he gasped as he was pulled and thrown up against the wall "umphh!" his arms and legs spread apart he looked over at the professor horrified. The brocolli tree still sticking grotesquelly out of his nostril.

Opening his mouth to ask her what was going on the food suddenly started flying at him again! Spluttering as the butterbeer/mashed potatoes/spahetti and sauce/hot chocolate/garlic/pies/brocolli trees all aimed toward his mouth made him choke stuck to the wall. "Prof" gulp "ser" hack coughcough gulp.

Tears streaming down his face making it look even more grotesque as he tried taking a breath he tried turning his head away unsuccessfully.

Her wand went up, the food stopped in mid air and fell to the ground. "Yes, Master Stevenson?"

*coughcoughcough* finally able to take a deep breath with the food having stopped at least momentarily, JD looks at the professor "I swear I won't throw food at anyone again, unless it's a mandatory food fight."

That made sense didn't it? he thought, because what if someone had it at their party that everyone was suppose to throw food? *coughcough* his eyes still watering from the onslaught of food he'd just had directed right at him, he hung there by the spaghetti noodles wrapped around his wrists and ankles and the brocolli sticking out of his nose.

Waiting to see what would happen next. He just hoped it wasn't a full blown food in the mouth thing again.

She had the spaghetti release him. She pointed at the floor and waited for him to kneel and eat.

Falling to the floor, JD looks at her shaking his head. "Haven't I eaten enough of all this food, if it's even considered food any longer? Why is it so important for you for me to eat off the floor?" Sighing he looks up at the ceiling curious at what was driving her. Was it the pie in the face or something else?

Turning to face her again, he holds out his wrists, "I won't eat it and if you are going to put me up on the wall to make me eat it again, then do as you must." He pitied her for some reason, that he couldn't explain. But he would not sink so low as to eat off the floor.

He could be as stubborn as the most stubborn person in the world, but he was sure he'd met his match on stubbornness.

She smirked. "You will eat what's on the floor. Or you will not leave this room." The spaghetti started to wrap around his legs and go up his pants. It was slimy and now he could feel it on his legs.

Feeling the spaghetti start to wind its way around his ankles and go up inside his pants legs he shivers at the sensation. Oh, that's nasty... he thinks silently biting his tongue from saying anything else. He was totally determined not to eat that stuff off the floor.

"Would you eat it off the floor?" he asked quietly, lifting his eyebrow at her. Then wincing as another strand start slithering it's way around his knee, he knew he was being impertinent by asking that, and then thought after the fact, she'd probably lie anyway.

Gritting his teeth, he wondered how long either of them could hold out, would she get bored with it? Or would he cave with the disgusting feeling of these slimy spaghetti worms working their way up his legs.

She rolled her eyes. "I am not here to answer your questions. You are here to learn a lesson, part of that lesson is to do what you are told." She stood tall and moved her wand again, the pasta tripped him and pressing on the back of his head, it shoved him on the floor right in front of her feet. "Now, do I have to kick it into your mouth? Or will you eat?"

Being tripped once again, he lands face first into the food again. That wasn't bad enough now he also had the pasta pushing his head right into it and holding it there. Biting back a groan, he considered fighting it again.

But then when she mentioned kicking it into his mouth, he winced. Knowing her she'd very well kick him in the mouth purposefully a few times to get the point across. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to get back at her at some point in the future for this.

Sighing he started eating the food in front of his face, disgusting as it tasted, he forced himself to continue eating it. He was going to scourgify his mouth for hours once he got out of there, that was for sure.

"See now?" She said squatting down to him. "That's a good boy." She stood and walked to the door. Made all the food vanish and turning, she said to him over her shoulder. "You are free to leave." She said and walked out of the detention room.