Was DAVIE insane? EXCUSE YOU, BLAISE. YOU are the one SHOVING PEOPLE AROUND over a stupid QUILL. A quill which one DAVID TRUEBRIDGE was NOT about to give up! This spat was bigger than the quill. This was about FINDERS' RIGHTS AND SELF-DEFENSE!

Naturally, the first year had not been expecting to be SHOVED off his bench, nay, TACKLED off it, and of course the green quill was lost in the process. Why, Davie's glasses were nearly lost in the tackle, but he quickly adjusted them on his nose as he got his bearings now on the floor. As for the quill? It was likely under the two boys, now that they were apparently wrestling on the floor for it.

"I FOUND IT, SO I SHOULD GET TO KEEP IT!" Davie stubbornly roared, balling up his fist in frustration and aiming for the first bit of Blaise he could get --- an ear, in this case --- and PUNCHING all his frustration into the boy. "Mr. GREEN is MINE NOW!"

Where was his quill? WHERE WAS HIS PRECIOUS QUILL????? Blaise was already scrambling around on his knees after the two had fallen off the bench. If it wasn't where Davie had just been sitting then it might have fallen when they did WHICH MEANT IT WAS STILL GETTING CRUSHED BY THIS WILD BEAST WHO WAS THROWING PUNCHES FOR A QUILL THAT DIDN'T BELONG TO HIM!!

"GET OFF IT BEFORE YOU CRUSH IT COMPLETELY!!!" He all but shrieked as he continued shoving at the boy. This was, however, momentarily derailed by the sudden blow to his ear that sent it ringing violently.

Blaise eased up for a moment before taking a direct hit at the boy's glasses with his fist. "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! I BOUGHT IT, I WROTE WITH IT, I GAVE IT A BLOODY HOME. IT'S NAME IS NOT MR. GREEN AND IT'S NOT GOING WITH YOU!" Now would he have to yell at him to get off it again or was he gonna do it???

The poor quill, the trauma it must have been facing under the brawl.

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Where was his quill? WHERE WAS HIS PRECIOUS QUILL????? Blaise was already scrambling around on his knees after the two had fallen off the bench. If it wasn't where Davie had just been sitting then it might have fallen when they did WHICH MEANT IT WAS STILL GETTING CRUSHED BY THIS WILD BEAST WHO WAS THROWING PUNCHES FOR A QUILL THAT DIDN'T BELONG TO HIM!!

"GET OFF IT BEFORE YOU CRUSH IT COMPLETELY!!!" He all but shrieked as he continued shoving at the boy. This was, however, momentarily derailed by the sudden blow to his ear that sent it ringing violently.

Blaise eased up for a moment before taking a direct hit at the boy's glasses with his fist. "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! I BOUGHT IT, I WROTE WITH IT, I GAVE IT A BLOODY HOME. IT'S NAME IS NOT MR. GREEN AND IT'S NOT GOING WITH YOU!" Now would he have to yell at him to get off it again or was he gonna do it???

The poor quill, the trauma it must have been facing under the brawl.

Get off it--- what, the QUILL? "MR. GREEN, YOU MEAN?" Davie shouted back, though not as hilariously hysterically as Blaise was shouting. He also couldn't scramble around to SEE the quill, since he was on his back as the VICTIM of a VIOLENT, GRYFFINDOR ATTACK!

Then he felt the blow to his glasses, which cracked on impact. "MY EYES! My EYES!" Davie wailed, immediately moving both hands to his shattered lenses. He had never EVER been in a fistfight or a Muggle brawl or even a wrestling match before. He didn't have siblings. He didn't know how to share things, or give things back, or defend himself. Not really. HE was the CALM ONE!

But not now, not with his only hope of seeing clearly resting in pieces in his hands. Davie scooted sideways with his glasses in his hands, mostly likely dragging the green quill with him and his scooting bum. "I can't seeeeeeeeee!" the Ravenclaw wailed, as he squinted up at the blurry Blaise. "Now look what you've done, you... you BRUTE!"

"ITS NAME IS NOT MR. GREEN!!!" And another punch for good measure of messing up his quill with STUPID names like 'Mr. Green'. Creativity was clearly lost on this one but before he could deliver yet ANOTHER punch, the boy had squirmed away going on about his STUPID glasses and his STUPID eyes and supposedly not being able to see; the lying bugger.

Wait.

Wait the boy moved and he still couldn't find his quill. It must still have been stuck UNDER him.

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"How many times do I have to tell you to get OFF?!?!!?" Blaise yelled, his frustration hitting levels it hadn't hit in years. His thoughts and actions became more frantic as he considered the very real possibility of having his quill crushed by the now two-eyed Ravenclaw while his blue quill still floated at a safe distance scribbling everything down in skewed detail.

The first year grabbed the boy by his shirt, giving very little regard to the fact he couldn't see. "I'm gonna find something ELSE to break if you don't GET OFF my quill right NOW!"

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"ITS NAME IS NOT MR. GREEN!!!" And another punch for good measure of messing up his quill with STUPID names like 'Mr. Green'. Creativity was clearly lost on this one but before he could deliver yet ANOTHER punch, the boy had squirmed away going on about his STUPID glasses and his STUPID eyes and supposedly not being able to see; the lying bugger.

Wait.

Wait the boy moved and he still couldn't find his quill. It must still have been stuck UNDER him.

jbfsdljfbsuorfgksdugsdkbudg!!!!!

"How many times do I have to tell you to get OFF?!?!!?" Blaise yelled, his frustration hitting levels it hadn't hit in years. His thoughts and actions became more frantic as he considered the very real possibility of having his quill crushed by the now two-eyed Ravenclaw while his blue quill still floated at a safe distance scribbling everything down in skewed detail.

The first year grabbed the boy by his shirt, giving very little regard to the fact he couldn't see. "I'm gonna find something ELSE to break if you don't GET OFF my quill right NOW!"

As Davie sat there, clutching his poor, broken spectacles, he started to worry--- what if he had to write to Mum and Dad to ask for new glasses? What if they asked what had happened to his old ones?! WHAT IF PROFES--- HEADMASTER BOTROS WROTE TO MUM AND TOLD HER HE HAD BEEN INVOLVED IN A BRAWL?!

A small hiccup of nerves escaped Davie's lips as he looked up in fright at the other first year. "I don't--- I can't-- I CAN'T SEE THE STUPID QUILL!" he shouted back, his shout ending in a pitchy squeak as Davie's anger gave way to anxiety, mostly for his broken glasses. And now he was being GRABBED and MANHANDLED!

Davie couldn't help it, his head tipped back as he looked up at the looming, blurry outline of this Gryffindor giant. His big blue eyes just welled up with tears and he shouted the first thing to come to mind, not even caring that he was shouting straight into Blaise's face.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

This Blaise boy, he was a BULLY.

He what? Couldn't see the quill? It was like he was making Blaise angry on purpose; doing everything wrong on purpose and to think the boy had been trying so hard to keep his composure earlier. It was all for nothing now with him being super ridiculously frustrated. It never crossed his mind that they might write his parents if he got caught, all he could think of was the here and now.

"Well OF COURSE you can't see it, your butt is on it, just GET UP!" Was he gonna have to keep shoving him around along the floor in the hopes of dislodging the quill? What if it broke and he could never use it again??

The boy waited as patiently as he could for the boy to do a bit more scooting but all that happened was him getting all teary eyed and SCREAMING for help like he hadn't been the one to kidnap his quill and decide he wasn't giving it back.

"Mate, I'll find a way to break your teeth next if you don't shut up and gimme my quill. FEEL AROUND FOR IT until you find it, I don't CARE. You do NOT take things that don't belong to you. It is MINE!" Right now? He was completely unaware of how this might look and the fact it was now a one man fight. He just wanted what was his. "And you better remember what you did with my notepad you thief!"

So much for a peaceful lunch in the Great Hall. He had just been about to tuck into his meat pie when there had been an eruption of loud noises coming from one of the tables. Loud noises accompanied by .... OH SWEET SOLSTICE WHY WAS ONE OF THOSE STUDENTS IN RED?!

Swooping in like a well dress bat, the Astronomy professor loomed over the two students were acting like a pair of ...of....of Klingons with the vein in his unusually large forehead making its presence known. If he had more than a split second to react he could have come up with a more appropriate response, BUT HE DID NOT HAVE THAT MOMENT.

"WHAT IN ORION'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!" he roared, his eyes only now focusing on who the crimson and blue robes had belonged to respectively.

...................on top of everything else, Mr. Bellaire? Sweet solstice he hadn't had so many issues with one student since Mr. Hirase.

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He what? Couldn't see the quill? It was like he was making Blaise angry on purpose; doing everything wrong on purpose and to think the boy had been trying so hard to keep his composure earlier. It was all for nothing now with him being super ridiculously frustrated. It never crossed his mind that they might write his parents if he got caught, all he could think of was the here and now.

"Well OF COURSE you can't see it, your butt is on it, just GET UP!" Was he gonna have to keep shoving him around along the floor in the hopes of dislodging the quill? What if it broke and he could never use it again??

The boy waited as patiently as he could for the boy to do a bit more scooting but all that happened was him getting all teary eyed and SCREAMING for help like he hadn't been the one to kidnap his quill and decide he wasn't giving it back.

"Mate, I'll find a way to break your teeth next if you don't shut up and gimme my quill. FEEL AROUND FOR IT until you find it, I don't CARE. You do NOT take things that don't belong to you. It is MINE!" Right now? He was completely unaware of how this might look and the fact it was now a one man fight. He just wanted what was his. "And you better remember what you did with my notepad you thief!"

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So much for a peaceful lunch in the Great Hall. He had just been about to tuck into his meat pie when there had been an eruption of loud noises coming from one of the tables. Loud noises accompanied by .... OH SWEET SOLSTICE WHY WAS ONE OF THOSE STUDENTS IN RED?!

Swooping in like a well dress bat, the Astronomy professor loomed over the two students were acting like a pair of ...of....of Klingons with the vein in his unusually large forehead making its presence known. If he had more than a split second to react he could have come up with a more appropriate response, BUT HE DID NOT HAVE THAT MOMENT.

"WHAT IN ORION'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!" he roared, his eyes only now focusing on who the crimson and blue robes had belonged to respectively.

...................on top of everything else, Mr. Bellaire? Sweet solstice he hadn't had so many issues with one student since Mr. Hirase.

How could Davie possibly get up when Blaise was yanking him around by his shirt? HUH? HUH? HOW ABOUT THAT ONE, GENIUS GRYFFINDOR. The threat of having his teeth broken next only caused Davie to wail for help LOUDER.

...fortunately, the boy who cried Help found it at last.... only it was in the form of a professor.

Gulp. Davie quickly swallowed the rest of his tears, although a few had streaked his face, as he tried to place the voice of the blurry form looming over him. "Professor Ff--- Admiral Flamsteed?" he squeaked, raising a hand to try to whack Blaise's grip away from his shirt. "Mister--- Prof--- ADMIRAL, SIR! Blaise broke my g-g-gglasses!"

All he was doing was CRYING. That wasn't going to help anything and it wasn't getting him any closer to his quill or his notepad. This was getting ridiculous--LOUD and ridiculous which only sent the Gryffindor's frustration through the roof.

The boy froze suddenly at the booming voice behind him. Legit frozen, no movements, didn't even try anything when Davie tried removing his hands from his shirt. Slowly, the boy turned to face the Professor, feeling all the colour leave his face.

"I did break his glasses." He said. It wasn't a proud tone, nor was it one that denoted zero remorse but rather one of sudden realization. "I did because he STOLE my favourite quill and I told him it was mine but he was saying he was gonna keep it anyway because he found it but he DIDN'T find it because it was RIGHT NEXT TO ME on the playground, I made it safe and he TOOK IT and helostmynotepadtoothathasallmynotessinceJulyandall myfavouritemoments and he doesn't even CARE!"

His voice broke on the last word, forcing him to quiet down so he wouldn't be accused of blubbering like Four Eyes was doing. It was finally hitting him that if Davie couldn't find his notepad then all his encounters with his new friends in Diagon Alley, along with his sorting and his first few classes would all be lost...lost forever and he'd never find them again and DEEP BREATH. No tears, none, just watery eyes but nothing TRICKLING like the Ravenclaw that was being an obvious girl; a girl thief at that. Those were the worst. After another breath, he tried speaking again.

"You don't keep things that don't belong to you. It's wrong."

SPOILER!!: sweet solstice you two adorable neanderthals <3

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How could Davie possibly get up when Blaise was yanking him around by his shirt? HUH? HUH? HOW ABOUT THAT ONE, GENIUS GRYFFINDOR. The threat of having his teeth broken next only caused Davie to wail for help LOUDER.

...fortunately, the boy who cried Help found it at last.... only it was in the form of a professor.

Gulp. Davie quickly swallowed the rest of his tears, although a few had streaked his face, as he tried to place the voice of the blurry form looming over him. "Professor Ff--- Admiral Flamsteed?" he squeaked, raising a hand to try to whack Blaise's grip away from his shirt. "Mister--- Prof--- ADMIRAL, SIR! Blaise broke my g-g-gglasses!"

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All he was doing was CRYING. That wasn't going to help anything and it wasn't getting him any closer to his quill or his notepad. This was getting ridiculous--LOUD and ridiculous which only sent the Gryffindor's frustration through the roof.

The boy froze suddenly at the booming voice behind him. Legit frozen, no movements, didn't even try anything when Davie tried removing his hands from his shirt. Slowly, the boy turned to face the Professor, feeling all the colour leave his face.

"I did break his glasses." He said. It wasn't a proud tone, nor was it one that denoted zero remorse but rather one of sudden realization. "I did because he STOLE my favourite quill and I told him it was mine but he was saying he was gonna keep it anyway because he found it but he DIDN'T find it because it was RIGHT NEXT TO ME on the playground, I made it safe and he TOOK IT and helostmynotepadtoothathasallmynotessinceJulyandall myfavouritemoments and he doesn't even CARE!"

His voice broke on the last word, forcing him to quiet down so he wouldn't be accused of blubbering like Four Eyes was doing. It was finally hitting him that if Davie couldn't find his notepad then all his encounters with his new friends in Diagon Alley, along with his sorting and his first few classes would all be lost...lost forever and he'd never find them again and DEEP BREATH. No tears, none, just watery eyes but nothing TRICKLING like the Ravenclaw that was being an obvious girl; a girl thief at that. Those were the worst. After another breath, he tried speaking again.

"You don't keep things that don't belong to you. It's wrong."

OH FOR THE LOVE OF SPOCK!

All this over an inanimate object? That was simply...well, he supposed he really could not call strong attachment to an object absurd. The look Pebbles was giving him right now was a firm reminder of that. So it was that the astronomer took several loooooooooooooooong breaths in and out before he even began to entertain the idea of speaking.

"Alright....ALRIGHT! OFF ONE ANOTHER AND TO YOUR FEET," his voice boomed, as if raising his voice would somehow muffle the sounds of tear induced sniffles and whimpers. "Allow me to recap...Mr. Bellaire...you say that..." And then the man just stopped talking entirely when he saw the willing, or unwilling, accomplice.

Oh sweet solstice. Ooooooooooooooh sweeeeeeeeeet solstice.

The young man didn't even have red hair but he was already doing a bit of an awkward wiggle where he stood.

NO. Put that aside, Flamsteed. Don't let fear cloud your thoughts. Fear was the path to the dark side...

"...that Mr. Truebridge took some items from you without permission and has either lost or damaged them...and it was for this reason that you elected breaking Mr. Truebridge's glasses and tackle him to the floor as the appropriate response, correct?" he said nice and slowly while doing his best not to look nervously at the Ravenclaw.

Forget eye for an eye, seemed Mr. Bellaire was a practitioner of two eyes for an eye.

Blaise Bellaire was a LIAR.

"I didn't steal ANYTHING," Davie defended himself, wiggling away from Blaise as the professor had asked. He sniffled again and wiped his nose on his sleeve, awkwardly standing up and clutching his broken glasses in his palms.

Yeah, Professor Flamsteed had the gist of it, mostly, minus a few key details, and why was he looking at Davie so weirdly?? Or rather, NOT looking at him? Maybe Davie was going to get out of trouble, and Blaise was going to get all the blame, because he was such a big fat bully?!

"I didn't, sir," Davie partially raised his hand to correct the man's description of events, "I didn't steal anything. I found the quill in question and I kept it because it was a perfectly good quill!" Why would he throw that away? Blaise was waaaaaaaaay too upset about that thing.... that thing that may or may not be squashed and half-under his foot right now.

Not that he could see, ahem, because his GLASSES were BROKEN.

Blaise made no moves to stop the boy when he moved away from him, rather he scrambled to his feet and kept at a good enough distance to ensure he wouldn't accidentally break his teeth like he'd promised for insisting he found something that was never lost.

"That's exactly what I'm saying Professor." It was an extra second before it registered just how horrible that sounded with his confirmation leaving the boy to quickly add, "But I wouldn't have if he wasn't being such a jerk about it. I sat next to him to have lunch because I saw him with the quill and thought he liked them too then I realized it was MINE because of the teeth mark, splotches and disfigured feather so I TOLD him that and he said he wasn't giving it back anyway even though he KNEW it wasn't his. IF he found it--which he didn't because it wasn't LOST it was NEXT TO ME on the monkey bar so he could have ASKED--then why didn't he want to give it back? I have a ton in my trunk in the dorm, I'd have let him keep one if he wanted but he's a THIEF Professor, a thief who loses other people's things and takes what he wants and he punched me first."

So yes, he punched back and broke his glasses and would do it a ZILLION times over if he could the chance because people who took what didn't belong to them were the worst--next to cheaters.

"And he still hasn't given it ba--"....

...

The boy's breath caught in his throat when he finally caught sight of his favourite quill, stuck tight beneath Four Eyes' feet at an odd angle like it'd gone through World World VI. The Gryffindor's heart broke all over again. "Look what you diiiiiiiiid! You've gone and broken it now." The urge to shove the boy OFF his quill was fast rising but he dared not in the presence of the Professor, forcing him to stand there, rubbing furiously at his eyes. It had been his favourite one. Why couldn't he have broken the purple one?

There was a lot of intense temple rubbing going on right now as he listened to the two. Sweet solstice first years. Now he had just a tiiiiiiny bit of sympathy for those who had had to put up with the astronomer's antics. But just that. A tiny bit.

"I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Bellaire," he nodded slowly while continuing to massage his temples. "But honesty does not excuse your behavior." As Gryffindor in nature as one may argue it was.

Both stories lined up.

Sort of.

Sweet solstice first years.

Attention now turned towards Mr. Truebridge, the Astronomy professor managed to cease his temple rubbing for the time being. "So you found a quill...a quill that Mr. Bellaire here says is his and has provided sufficient evidence as to why he believes it is his, but refused to return it on the grounds that you wanted to keep a 'perfectly good quill'? You are aware that personal possessions are not a matter of 'finders keepers losers weepers', yes?"

The man felt surprisingly calm. Maybe he COULD handle this sort of thing in a more...er...future...er...personal setting.

His eyes snapped down to the quill in question. The quill that was now most definitely broken on the floor. Well....now it was no longer a perfectly good quill, right?

Silver lining?

"Mr. Truebridge, if you would lift your right foot, please. Mr. Bellaire, you may retrieve your quill once he has done so and then please give it to me."


And no, they were not off the hook yet.

It WAS finders keepers, losers weepers, that was how the real world worked, that was how Mum did it, that was how Davie did it, and until this very moment it had worked out pretty well! Davie's big pouty lip spoke volumes for him until Professor Flamsteed ended his summarizing with a yes?

"Noooooooo," he pouted replied stubbornly. "All he said was that he had one LIKE Mr. Green. Then he snatched it from me, I snatched it back because I didn't KNOW all the identifying details and that he had lost this EXACT one, and he TACKLED ME because of it!"

David crossed his arms with a small huff, so determined to defend himself that at first he didn't hear the professor's order to lift his foot. Oh. Mr. Green was under there. David shuffled slightly, away from the quill and Blaise and toward Admiral Airey as though the professor in the suit could protect him from his Gryffindor bully. The guy might have been as scrawny as the first year but he was still a professor and an adult, so Davie could use him for a shield if nothing else.

Professor Airey had the story right, completely and totally and everything AND he could have his blue quick quotes quill back him up. See how it was still taking notes so diligently only a couple paces from them? It probably had a shoddy account of what happened but who CARED??? He was right and Four Eyes was WRONG so of course the boy was nodding along.

Mhm. Everything corre--

Brown eyes on the thief who insisted the Professor didn't get the story right. Well. Weeeeeell, what did it matter that he never voiced his evidence??? It was HIS. "So what? You knew it wasn't yours and I was sure it was mine so why'd you say it was yours anyway, HUH???" THIIIIIIIIEF.

Blaise was so caught up in making sure the Professor didn't at any point start taking Davie's side that at first he didn't remember the other boy was meant to get off his quill but when he did and the Gryffindor finally SAW the damage, the heart that WAS breaking completely snapped in two. With a clearly stricken expression, the boy reached down and plucked the quill from ground zero. The 11 year old gave a little sob as he handed the quill over. Keeping it together was hard work, okay??

Hugo was getting hungry and that was why he chose the Great Hall to continue on with his homework. Trying the spells was tired and he needed a bit of fuel. It was almost time for lunch so, there were napkins and silverware on the table and those were the things he was gonna be using.

He grabbed the napkin and decided to animate it. Just like a puppet. "Piertotum Locomotor" the napkin unfolded and started to move. Hugo made it go from right to left and left to right, it was funny to watch it 'walk'. But now he wanted to see if he could turn it into a goblet of water. He didn't bothered in inanimating it and quickly tapped the napkin three times, "Vera verto" nothing happened since it moved. He frown, better return it into its inanimated state and try again.

Tha napkin was back to its usual state and this time ready to be transformed into a goblet. Hugo tapped it three times, "Vera verto" gladly it kind of worked, he had a half goblet and half napkin and water spilled on the table. He looked around, has someone seen this? No? Good. He was gonna dry it later. And again he tried, "Vera verto!" what he was looking in front of him was a goblet of water. Perfect. He smiled satisfactorily and put everything in place before leaving.

Before dinner officially started, Yoongi wanted to practice his last transfiguration spell. He had checked off all the other spells he had practiced and so that left him with vera verto. A second grade spell which wouldn't be too hard to do.

As he walked in to the great hall, the Gryffindor was distracted by the floor. It was so...shiny and and...reflectory....was that even a word? How had he never seen that before? Maybe because he had only been in here with the rest of the school and so it had been too crowded to check it out. As he sat down at a random table, not even sure which one it was, the sixth year checked his own appearance on the floor.

As he was styling his hair with his hand, he suddenly heard one of the students using spells and he looked up. Spotting a slytherin practicing the vera verto spell before leaving the area, Yoongi was suddenly reminded of the real reason he was here.

Turning around to face the table, he grabbed a goblet and put it in front of him. As the spell was very easy to do verbally for him, he decided to give it a try non-verbally right away. He had had success with non-verbal spells a few times now so he was confident enough that it would work again. He tapped the goblet three times and thought 'vera verto!'

The goblet changed and became more watery but then it stopped and half of the goblet was solid while the other half was water. With a sigh because he hadn't expected to fail, Yoongi transformed the goblet back to its original state and tried again. Three taps and then 'vera verto' The same thing happened but this time it got better. A third time practice showed that he had now successfully transfigured a goblet in to a water goblet.

Clapping at his own work, he kept the transfigured water goblet with him and pocketed his wand in his wrist holster. Time for some food~

SPOILER!!: you two! and all your dramallama

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It WAS finders keepers, losers weepers, that was how the real world worked, that was how Mum did it, that was how Davie did it, and until this very moment it had worked out pretty well! Davie's big pouty lip spoke volumes for him until Professor Flamsteed ended his summarizing with a yes?

"Noooooooo," he pouted replied stubbornly. "All he said was that he had one LIKE Mr. Green. Then he snatched it from me, I snatched it back because I didn't KNOW all the identifying details and that he had lost this EXACT one, and he TACKLED ME because of it!"

David crossed his arms with a small huff, so determined to defend himself that at first he didn't hear the professor's order to lift his foot. Oh. Mr. Green was under there. David shuffled slightly, away from the quill and Blaise and toward Admiral Airey as though the professor in the suit could protect him from his Gryffindor bully. The guy might have been as scrawny as the first year but he was still a professor and an adult, so Davie could use him for a shield if nothing else.

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Professor Airey had the story right, completely and totally and everything AND he could have his blue quick quotes quill back him up. See how it was still taking notes so diligently only a couple paces from them? It probably had a shoddy account of what happened but who CARED??? He was right and Four Eyes was WRONG so of course the boy was nodding along.

Mhm. Everything corre--

Brown eyes on the thief who insisted the Professor didn't get the story right. Well. Weeeeeell, what did it matter that he never voiced his evidence??? It was HIS. "So what? You knew it wasn't yours and I was sure it was mine so why'd you say it was yours anyway, HUH???" THIIIIIIIIEF.

Blaise was so caught up in making sure the Professor didn't at any point start taking Davie's side that at first he didn't remember the other boy was meant to get off his quill but when he did and the Gryffindor finally SAW the damage, the heart that WAS breaking completely snapped in two. With a clearly stricken expression, the boy reached down and plucked the quill from ground zero. The 11 year old gave a little sob as he handed the quill over. Keeping it together was hard work, okay??

Oh.

Sweet.

SOLSTICE.

"Alright, I've heard enough," he said as he accepted the broken quill from the Gryffindor. With his wand out, the astronomer pointed it at the green feather but left it at that for the time being. Blue eyes were darting back and forth between the duo and the man was just thankful for occupied hands so he would not be tempted to pinch the bridge of his nose or smack his forehead.

"This goes beyond this quill," he said, giving the broken thing a delicate wave. "Your communication skills in regards to one another are abysmal at best. Something that, upon the completion of your detention, I trust will have improved astronomically."

Because they would be spending a lot of time with one another.

A lot.

Just the two of them.

And learn.

Surely that had both received the memo of the theme of this term, yes? Time to get up close and personal with that notion.

Eyes back on the quill, he gave his wand a small wave and mended it with a well place spell...but did not hand it back to Mr Bellaire just yet.

"Will you both present me one of your arms, please. Mr. Truebridge, your right. Mr. Bellaire, your left."

Davie had taken it BECAUSE IT WAS A FREE QUILL. Who wouldn't want a free quill, with as much writing as they did at this school! He'd just opened his mouth to tell big dumb bully Blaise so, when the professor's words rang through his ears.

Detention.

DETENTION?

DETENTION?!!

"B-but but butbutbut good kids like me don't GET detention, sir!" The first year squeaked, all the same holding out his right arm like he was unable to NOT follow a professor's directions.

"YOU FIXED IT! Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!" Ugh, he could hug the man right now--

His....his......detention.....? What?

As in...in the dungeons with the damp walls....and the man eating rats....and being hung upside down by his ankle while a pack of rabid nifflers snapped at the glitter they'd put in his hair to keep them interested? Oh man. He'd never survive. He was meant to cover stories, not BE the story. What would his quill say? How would the epic chronicles of his life end????

Well, let the record show as he raised his left hand, that he was glad he wasn't Four Eyes, because he wrote with his right hand and thus did not want that one hacked off--because that was clearly how it would go. Man, Airey was on his side. Fixed his quill and was letting him keep his good hand. He was winning.

Mhm.

Mentally preparing himself for whatever reactions were about to come, including tears...sort of...those would never not make the man squirmy, he cleared his throat before giving his wand a purposeful flick towards both their wrists.

"Let me make one thing clear," he said as his silent enchantment began to take shape around them. "Neither of you is a bad kid and detention is not the end of the world. You'll survive. Trust me." The man spoke from experience.

The blue-grey smoke that had emerged from the tip of his wand wrapped around the boys' wrist and eventually took a solid form. Handcuffs, to be precise.

"There we go," he grinned. "You two will spend the next 24 hours like that so you can get to know one another better AND learn how to communicate better."

He was sure the Room of Requirement would make proper preparations for their little sleepover. And he would send Leobald a little notice about Mr. Truebridge's situation. He would ask Sir Nicholas to keep an eye on them as well.

"Tomorrow, you two are to stop by my office after your afternoon classes ready to present a little speech about what you've learned about each other...AS each other."

HANDCUFFS? He was now HANDCUFFED to his own personal BULLY?! Davie could feel the tears coming up, he was working them up, he had just lost the use of his right hand to a self-absorbed Gryffindor, this was NOT GOING TO WORK and now they were going to have to GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER? In order to GIVE A SPEECH? ABOUT EACH OTHER????!

The tears just weren't coming the way Davie had expected. Maybe he had mostly grown out of that phase, when he thought crying would solve all his problems. Instead, the boy sniffled loudly and got a big ol' wobbly pout on, but he didn't cry. He held his head up proudly and decided that he would be the better student. He would be the smart one in this duo. And he would NOT be talking to Blaise Bellaire for the next 24 hours, even though they were literally attached now. Not a word.

Giving the professor a nod to show that he understood, Davie started back to the table to collect his things, giving the handcuffs a sharp tug so his stupid bully would know to follow.

Why was she here?

The Lady snake wasn't sure. Just like always she had let her feet do the leading. She wasn't even hungry. Honestly she was hardly ever hungry lately. It was like she didn't notice if she was or not poring all her time and energy into homework, studying, dueling, planning out her summer, reading and practicing her spell-work. All of that on top of meeting up with friends and still finding time for her dancing or drumming was draining.

Blinking once or twice she scanned each house table in search of someone she knew. Hady didn't need to talk but sometimes just sitting near a friend or two helped her to clear her head and release some stress. Taking on two much was natural for her but right now she needed a break AND some coffee. Just where to sit...

Noelle was headed to the Great Hall for her two favorite things, socializing and eating.

She entered the Great Hall and took a look around. She wanted to sit by someone that she could talk with but also eat because it was a fine delicacy to find someone that could eat and talk.

Spotting a familiar face, Noelle walked over to and slid her book bag off her shoulder. "Hady! Hello love! Would you like to sit with me? I'm just getting a sprout of tea and crumpets and you look like you need to talk to someone." Yes, Noelle had looked at her a few moments before choosing her.

Hady and Noelle had hit it off last time and they seemed to get along splendidly. But, she wasn't particularly looking like the girl she had played with before. Noelle was always good at listening. It was the Hufflepuff mother that taught her to do that.

SPOILER!!: Noelle

Noelle was headed to the Great Hall for her two favorite things, socializing and eating.

She entered the Great Hall and took a look around. She wanted to sit by someone that she could talk with but also eat because it was a fine delicacy to find someone that could eat and talk.

Spotting a familiar face, Noelle walked over to and slid her book bag off her shoulder. "Hady! Hello love! Would you like to sit with me? I'm just getting a sprout of tea and crumpets and you look like you need to talk to someone." Yes, Noelle had looked at her a few moments before choosing her.

Hady and Noelle had hit it off last time and they seemed to get along splendidly. But, she wasn't particularly looking like the girl she had played with before. Noelle was always good at listening. It was the Hufflepuff mother that taught her to do that.

Deciding where to sit should never be a decision made. It was a given that she would sit at her house table. In four terms Hady had never sat anywhere else.

Moving forward to head towards the table of snakes a small voice stopped her. Huh. The petite fourteen year old blinked at the younger girl a second before giving her a small smile. "Sure, okay." She gave a nod of her head. Coffee would be better right now though but she would worry about that once she sat down.

Had Noelle been looking for someone to sit down with and talk to as well or did she herself look like she needed a friend? Was she getting that easy to read now. What was happening to her lately. Normally she feeling were well hidden away and she was perfectly content with being by herself. Now. Now it just appeared that, that just wasn't so anymore.