Jacob walked slowly and steadily into the Criminal Cell. His eyes drifted from the room, to his robes. There it still was, empty, void, and depressing. No sign of his badge, except for two extremely small holes caused by the pin, but those holes went unnoticed if you didn't stare at it.

His head lifted again and surveyed the room as he waited for the Plant Professor to enter. It smelled like death.

Jacobs nose moved towards his shoulder, and he lifted his arm, taking a quick sniff of his armpit.

Nope that was just Jacob.

Seren wasn't entirely in the mood to conduct a detention... but the boy had earned it, so here she was. Though really she would have much rather preffered to praise her students.

Sweeping down to the dungeons in her magenta robes, she couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Hopefully with any luck Jacob would be on time and they could get the session done. Rounding the corner to where the Crinimal Cell was located Seren couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust, the rancid smell did not agree with her.
Oh but there he was!... good good.
"Ah Master Blunt, please do take a seat", she said as she moved passed him into the room gesturing at a particularly decrepit looking chair which was pushed under an equally decrepit looking desk. She hoped it would support his weight. If not, then discomfort on the floor would have to do. He was in detention after all.

Seren placed a piece of parchment and a quill on the desk in front of him... he would need it for later, but first she wanted to have a bit of a chat... again... though hopefully he would get the message this time. He wasn't leaving until he did.

"Now.. do you understand why I gave you detention?" she asked, eyeing him curiously.

Jacob looked at the chair... There was no way Jacob was going to sit in that thing. He was above that. Jacob was in a sense royalty. One of the best known pirating families, he wore gems of kings, rings of princes, and the finest gold. And now he had to sit in THAT? This was unheard of... uncomprehendable.... and wrong.

And he was sitting. He Was Sitting In the Ugly, Nasty, broken down Chair.

It creaked a little, and wobbled beneath him. "Uhm... Professor. I believe there are regulations on the stability of chairs. And this definitely doesn't follow them." Yup, he was going to kill himself. There chair was gonna break, Jacob will break his neck, and Professor Plantley was going to have manslaughter charges against her.

But something broke through Jacob's man stink. Jacob sniffed the air several times. "Do you smell.... Smoke?" The Dungeons are on fire?! And Jacob didn't start it?! He wanted to make it bigger!!! Let him out to make it bigger!

But that was alright... Jacob will take credit for it anyways. Say he set whatever it was on fire in a fit of rage for being put in detention.

Did he know why he was down here? "Because I tried to help the world and it's plant-like organisms?" one badger at a time! Yup they needed to be gotten rid of. Any people who went around kneeing captains were bad people.

Seren couldn't help but watch in amusement as Jacob tested the chairs resistence... he would live. Since when did people die from broken chairs?
shrugging her shoulder she smiled at Jacob, "I'm sure you'll survive for an hour or two."Depending entirley on whether or not he complied with the detention activity.

Oh here we go!... now he was trying to distract her. Smoke? what smoke? Seren sniffed the air, well ok he wasn't wrong, there was a hint of a fire. Striding over to the door she opened it and stuck her head out... it didn't seem to be too serious, and they were safe down there. Perhaps a student blew up their cauldron.. who knew.
Returning to her spot against the wall she turned her attention back to Jacob.
"I'm sure whatever it is, is being dealt with accordingly."

After watching Jacob mull over his current situation, watching his brain tick- more or less... she was still shocked by his response. He really didn't understand did he?
"So... if you accidently kneed me... that would make it alright for me to feed you to a snargaluff?" she asked, hoping that perhaps this way he would see that it was wrong.

One or two hours?! That was crazy... Jacob could barely be cooped up in a small area for five minutes, let alone two hours. He'd kill himself!
"Well, Maybe I'll survive the chair. But the time may kill me first." he said, his mouth not even attempting to smile. He was not happy, and he was going to show it. No sense in hiding his displeasure now. His eyes flickered back to the empty spot on his robes where his badge once laid... he felt naked without it.

Jacob returned his gaze towards the teacher and watched as Bentley stuck her head out the door. He could make a break for it now. He still had his wand... he could curse her.
No. He was nearly out of this wretched, no need to attack a teacher and get expelled.

And why hadn't she taken his wand... hmm... He wouldn't mention it... it might come in handy later.

But he wouldn't knee her... yet. "Well professor. If I were to knee you right now, It would hardly be an accident." he said to her calmly. That should explain it... right?

He then looked at the parchment. "So what. You want me to write lines? Draw you a pretty picture? Maybe write a fancy poem about why Hufflepuff first years shouldn't be fed to Snargaluff plants? It'll mean nothing anyways. Lets just get it over with." yup. Jacob had practices to conduct. He couldn't sit around in a broken down chair all day... it would make him look bad.

"Accident or not, it is never appropriate or acceptable to feed another peer to a flesh-eating-tree... of any variety. Harming any fellow student- or teacher is not allowed." She said eyeing him carefuly. Jacob Blunt often seemed a little unstable...
But, on with the consequences. She was going to enjoy the next hour, she would watch him writh in pain as he endured her punishment. Oh gosh Seren felt positively evil.

"Right... what you're going to do for me is write a poem," she started, deciding that standing stationary was too boring, and taking a turn about the room instead.
"You are to write four verses. The topic... an appology to Oakey." She paused here. He had to do it right.
"It will be heart-felt and sincere... and once it is complete you and I will find the boy and you will recite it to him... and appologise again."
"Failure to do so will result in a bigger points loss... and possibly more time with me."

Wait... "So I'm not allowed to feed anyone to a flesh eating tree.... but its alright to feed someone to a Lethifold?" did he have that right? Cool "I can live with that." yup. The world was at peace again... until Jacob decided to strike.


Damn It! Why'd he give her that idea.
Jacob Didn't Write POETRY! That was disgusting. Jacob didn't even knowhow to READ poetry... let alone write it.

"And what if I DO Refuse? I don't care about points, take as many as you want... We can sit here for however long, it wont bother me... And I'm Not Afraid Of Max!" he said the last part with extreme force. She could tell the man anything she wanted. The man didn't scare him.

He was old. What could an old Quidditch player do to Jacob?

Perhaps this situation required a more masculine touch... Seren was beginning to think that a healthy dose of his Head of House and Quidditch Official would put the boy right.
Whipping out her wand, and non-verbally she gave it a flick. A shimmering silver Hummngbird appeared before her, flitting about momentarily before disappearing through the dungeon wall.

"Well if Professor Vindictus doesn't scare you, then you wont mind him joining our little session..." she said emphasising Professor... students should never call their Professor's by their given names. It was just downright rude and disrespectful.
"And no it is not alright to feed another human being to a lethifold!"... the boy was insane- she knew that now.

Jacob watched the professor send a....... Patronus? A hummingbird of a patronus... oh how reassuring... A hummingbird as a patronus. That definitely looked threatening to a dementor or a lethifold... good Job Professor.

She called max? "HA!" he laughed loudly. "Whats he gonna do? Pelt me with snitches?" that would be good.

Max. Ancient, Senile Max.

This was gonna be good for a few laughs.

Seren was beginning to wonder whether or not the boy needed professional help... at St Mungos perhaps?...
She watched the boy laugh... well time would tell. She was sure Max could command some sort of respect out of him. Sure he may be old, but he still had the goods. She would never forget the times he had scolded her... nope.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor and a loud smacking sound was heard.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Suddenly, Vindictus appeared in the doorway of the Criminal Cell and continued to smack his open palm with his Beater's Bat.

"Got your message, Professor Bentley. So who's the idiot giving you trouble?" he asked without looking at Jacob.

SMACK!

Just the sight of Max brought back memories. If Jacob wasn't scared silly of him, then there really was something wrogn with the lad.
"Thank you for coming, at such short notice."She nodded in greeting then turned and gestured to Jacob.

"It seems as though Master Blunt is having a few issues following school rules and instructions," she said almost casually.
"I was hoping you could help him understand the severity of his actions."

What on earth was that noise?!

But before he could ask aloud, the source entered the room. The Source, with a beaters bat.

Jacob got up from the old broken chair, and started laughing harder than before. His ribs started hurting... Between the laughs Jacob managed to get out some thoughts. "What?" he started before wiping his nose with his sleeve. "You gonna beat me with that, Max?" he asked the man, finally getting a hold of himself.

He turned a cheek to the man and patted it. "C'mon. Give me your best shot" he said with another laugh.

"Still? Tsk, tsk."

SMACK!

SMACK!

Vindictus tucked his bat under his arm and stared directly at Jacob.

"I highly suggest that you sit down and do exactly as told. The consequences for your failure to heed my words will haunt you for the rest of your days," he said icily.

Stare.

Really? The man didn't even take it? What was up with him lately.

Jacob stuck out his tongue at the man. "Your no fun." he complained. he then looked back at the ancient chair. "You crazy? I ain't sitting on that thing. It'll kill me. It's almost as old as you."

And then looked back at the man. "Oh Really? What would be that traumatizing? Please, Enlighten me."

Seren took a step back, she didn't really want to be anywhere near Max when he had a beaters bat at hand... and still she couldn't believe the nerve of the boy. He was a sixth year no less! How he ever came to be quddicth captain was beyond her.

"NOT another word! Sit down and take your punishment like a man," ordered Vindictus. "If the chair crumbles beneath your weight and your bum strikes the cold, slimy stone floor, then you'll complete your punishment sitting on the floor."

He glanced over at Seren. "Another outburst from this insolent whelp and I want you to silence him."

Vindictus directed his gaze back to Jacob. "If you're a real Ravenclaw, you'll use your wit and intelligence and serve your detention without complaint. And you'll do it PERFECTLY."

Seren nodded in understanding, though a part of her wondered how the boy would react if it came to that. Why couldn't he just accept that what he did was wrong... write the poem and be done with it.

She had never used a silencing charm on a student before... then again she had never had students before. It was certainly... not boring? She could hardly say it was entertaining or amusing.

Jacob was a bit taken a back at the mans force, he blinked a few time, then nodded to himself. He took a deep breath. And stared at the man again, before looking at the seat again.

Alright... Fine. Jacob will do that much. But no more.

He sat in the old chair as it creaked beneath him. He shut his eyes waiting for the crash. But it never came.

Jacob was going to do it perfectly, was he? He then smiled, "And If I Refuse?" he asked. "C'mon." he egged the man on. "How long has it been since you bashed someones head open? A Year... 5 years... 20 years?" Its fun! Jacob would know.

How old was the man anyways... he was like 80, right?

"Bargaining is NOT part of detention. You do as you're told or your Quidditch career will permanently end within the next minute."

Vindictus was not pleased.

Time for another tactic.

"Now calmly explain to me the punishment that Professor Bentley has imposed on you and the reason why you're so against it."

Jacob's mind stopped dead... No! Vindictus didn't have that kind of power. did he? He couldn't... He'd already gotten replies. The man couldn't stop them now. No way, no how.

But Jacob fell silent none the less.

"You know it would be much easier on all of us if you'd just used a more violent punishment. Or maybe if Lainey was here it could have been over with already"

But alright... if they chose to do it this way. "The Professor would like me to write a poem to apologize to the Puff for trying to feed him to the Snargaluff." he said calmly. "But you see... I feel no remorse for my actions, and it would therefore be a waste of time and a complete lie. Also, I do not write poetry... I don't know how, and I'm not going to learn by writing a lie." there. He got his answer.

"And you know where I stand." he started. "I believe violent punishments are much more effective, and the victim gets the message much more quickly." but that was just Jacobs thoughts

So he didn't want to write poetry. Big deal. Now that was an EASY and KIND detention compared to what Jacob could have faced at the hands of other professors.

"Wading through a river of piranhas is out of the question," Vindictus began. "However, I think that the punishment of writing poetry is just because you despise it. Professor Lainey would agree with me on this matter if she were here but she isn't."

Pause.

He pulled something out of his pocket and held it up between his right thumb and middle finger.

It was the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain's badge.

"Failure to write the poem in a heartfelt manner will result in this going to someone else. Do I make myself clear?"

While waiting for Jacob to reply, Vindictus directed a question to Seren.

"Professor Bentley, can Mr. Blunt write his poem in the form of haiku?"

Perhaps Jacob would be more motivated to complete the task now... after all his captaincy was on the line. Surely that would be enough to egt him to see reason.

Seren turnd to face Max, "Absolutely, any form of poetry will do... as long as the message is clear", she said smiling despite the situation.
Her main objective was to get Jacob to realise that what he did was wrong... simple as that. Though she was beginning to get the feeling that would never happen.

He only half listened to the man. "Aww... But I like Piranhas." he said.

But he quickly shut up when his badge was taken out of the mans pocket. He was half tempted to make grabby hands at it. Gimme It! It's Jacobs!

Then it was threatened, and Jacob bit his lip so hard that it began to bleed, he sucked on it slightly, and listened to the man more intently now, the taste of blood filled his mouth.

"But my feelings towards the matter stand as they are. And I refuse to lie." he told the man. "Sure the manner in which I go about my business may be strange to some... but I'm an honest person. And I will not lie for the sake of the feelings of a already severely traumatized boy."