The room looked empty for the most part, but the smell hit you had you walked in. Was your shoes sticking to the floor as you walked towards the only desk in the center? As your eyes adjust to the dim light you can now see the grim and slim covering the walls. Was that mildew or ectoplas?

Julien had made his way into the room and seemed to be walking without any issue, but that might be because he had charmed his shoes before entering. He moved to the front of the room before turning to Haddie, "Please take a seat so we can discuss what you will be doing today."

Immediately upon entering, she gagged. What was that smell? Mildew and foot fungus? Hadley pinched her nose and decided she'd spend the whole detention breathing through her mouth.

"When was the last time you had anyone in here to..." her muffled voice trailed off with the horrible realization that she might be the one here to clean it for the first time since Harry Potter was in attendance.

Without her wand.

Hadley let out a small shudder, and trying to ignore the disgusting stickiness to the floor, made her way to the desk the in the center. She hesitated briefly, and then made a face as she sat down. If the desk was anything like the rest of this room she was gonna have to bathe for a month.

He watched in amusement as she walked into the room. His face might have not showed he was amused, but he was. He didn't like to punish students with Detention, but he did when he had to and Haddie being as bright as she was, was going down the wrong path. "Your lack of respect lately has me very disappointed. I am hoping that once we are done here today. You were given detention because you forcefully pushed a prefect causing her harm and then your actions in class of disrespect."

His wand out he summoned the bucket and rag. "Can you explain to me why you were in my office and when asked to stop you pushed Charlotte out of your way and left without any concern of discipline? " He wanted to see what her reasoning was behind it, but while he waited he filled the bucket with water and set the large rag on the desk so she could see it.

Her suspicions were right. She was gonna have to clean this room. Great. Hadley tried to keep how much that bothered her out of her expression, and instead folded her arms and glared at Primeaux.

So this was what it was really about. "No," she said, plainly. "I can't. I can't because I don't remember it!" Her temper was starting to flare now. All he had to do was ask Mr. Kitridge, or Professor Newton about it, and he'd have had a better understanding of that incident. But nope, he chooses to take it out on the innocent victim. "I can't tell you because it wasn't me! Even if it was me physically, I WASN'T IN CONTROL!" Nevermind, she was really starting to believe Blaise about how the Professors were putting stuff in the food that was causing her and so many others to go nuts like that.

And if Blaise was right, Primeaux was the one that deserved detention here.

She had the overwhelming urge to kick out and knock the bucket off the table, but that'd just make it all the worse for her.

He watched her and then looked to the large rag, did it seem to grow a little smaller?

Hmmm


Interesting..

Yes, it probably had just a little at least.

"I can't see how you weren't in control of your on actions Hadley. You really hurt Charlotte and could have even been looking at being suspended for attacking a prefect." It wasn't something they took lightly, "Thankfully I think you are a bright student and it was your first time that I'm aware of so hopefully today will help."

He moved into a clean chair and sat down. "If you haven't noticed your rag that you will be using to clean this room has been charmed. Every time your tone, words, or eyes show attitude it will shrink. If it shrinks the full way then you will be cleaning with your hands and I'm not sure I'd want to do that. Now Haddie while you are doing this you will think of a creative way to apologize to Charlotte. When you are ready you may begin cleaning."

Hadley put her head in her hands and made a sound like a strangled scream. "You can't see how...? Her tone was more frustrated than anything, but it was entirely devoid of attitude either. "Talk to Mr. Kitridge. Or Professor Newton. They were there when I...no, we came out of whatever it was. I wasn't the only one affected!"

She leaned back and folded her arms, refusing to look at Primeaux. "You can't see how I wasn't in control? In a school that teaches hexes that force people to sing or dance out of their control, among other things. You can't possibly see how anyone can be forced to do something out of their control and have no recollection of it?" Because if so, you aren't fit to teach us. She decided against saying that last part.

Hadley grabbed the rag and bucket and got up. "I've already apologized to Dot, and explained things to her. But you can think of a creative way to apologize to me once you talk to the other Professors."

Once... twice... three time the rag shrunk even after she picked it up. Julien watched it get smaller and shook his head. She wasn't getting it at all. This was going to be a long evening, but he was patient and he could wait. 'We all make mistakes Hadley. Myself included, but we have to live up to those mistakes and still show respect."

"I will talk to them, but you are here for more then just the harming a prefect. You are here for being late to class and your disrespect towards a professor. There is no excuse to being late to a class that is at the same time ever lesson and in the same room. Speaking of late..." He pulled out a clock and set it on the floor next to him. "We can't have you late for curfew so this is how much time you have to get this done." He would talk with Leo later, but for now he was focusing on what was going on.

"That is in class where professors are there to watch over you. Our job is to help you learn and keep you the safest we can. Things do happen here it is Hogwarts, but your actions whether your own or not do not matter at this point in time." He was done discussing this with her she had work to do.

"Excuse me?" His brow raised, "Part of this detention is thinking of a way to apologize to a prefect. I don't think I asked in my directions. Again with the disrespect.." He lifted his wand and made the walls thicker with the grime that was on them.

The teen scoffed under her breath at the clock, but kept working silently. She was fuming. A time limit. Puh. She was gonna get done when she got done, period.

And yet Professor Prime still went on. And on. And on. Acting like she was the one that was harping on the shoving of the prefect. No sir, she was not. That would be you, Primey. She wasn't even arguing about the whole being late thing or anything. And...

...

It didn't matter if her actions were her own or not!? IT DIDN'T MATTER!? She was here because of her actions according to Primeaux, and now they didn't matter when she finally managed to get it through his thick skull that she might not have been in control of anything that day? Oh, yeah, she was just bursting with respect for the man. Every time he opened his mouth today he lost a bit more respect from her. Every time.

She was livid now. Tight angry breaths came and went in quick succession. Tinges of red danced at the edges of her vision. It was a miracle she was keeping from going off, to be honest. And then it happened. As he was laying into her even more, the walls thickened with grime, including the spots she'd already scrubbed clean.

Something broke in Hadley's brain.

She whipped around to face Julien Primeaux, eyes murderous. "I HAVE ALREADY APOLOGIZED TO HER!" she spat and kicked the bucket so hard it not only spilled all the water in it but also went clattering across the room. Then Hadley screamed. A loud, piercing, ear-damaging scream; every decibel brimming with frustration and the pain of her (possibly) now broken toe from kicking the bucket.

"You keep going on and on about disrespect! But what about YOU!? Who punishes you when you show us disrespect!? Who puts you in detention? Yes, you have!" She added before he could argue that he has never shown her disrespect. He had. "You think you can treat us any way you want as long as you call us 'Miss' or 'Mister!' That doesn't equal respect!"

Tears of frustration and anger were now running down her cheeks, getting stuck on the edges of her mouth before finally completing the journey to her chin. Hadley wanted to scream again, but didn't. She threw what was left of the rag at Julien's head. "You act like you care, but you don't! None of you do! You don't want me. You want trained a monkey that only ever perform and act exactly how you want them to! Don't you dare pretend otherwise! Well, I'm sorry I'll never be what you want! I'll never be your perfect, obedient daughter!!" She meant to say student, but what she said instead was very telling. Hadley didn't even notice. The tears were flowing like rivers now, and Hadley sank to the floor, buried her head in her knees and sobbed.

The rag was shrinking at a very fast rate with the attitude that was coming off of Hadley. Her outburst left Julien sitting their with his brows furrowed and a certain vein showing. He hadn't ever let his own children speak to him the way she was speaking to him. "I'm glad you have but your detention instructions are clear. You can do them easily or keep pushing and end up with no rag at all." He wasn't going to argue with a child.

Julien had always prided himself on his beliefs and respect or others. He was harsh at times and strict, but he was not disrespectful, until his actions recently. He didn't let his face show the disappointment in himself that crossed his eyes, but she had hit a nerve. "I push students to challenge them. You have come to my office the past two years for extra help and I have given it to you. You have so much potential and you work very hard, but this attitude and behavior get in the way of people seeing this. Sometimes children think adults are in the wrong, not respecting them, or being unfair when our actions are for you to be challenged, to show yourself how much potential you really have."

and there was the nerve he was sure he'd hit...


Standing up he walked over and picked up the bucket and ducked as the rag came at him. Bending down he picked it up and walked over to where Hadley was sitting. "My daughters are not perfect, neither is my son, and I am surely not. If your parents are trying to make you perfect I'm sorry, but taking it out on everyone here with the behaviors you have done is not going to help at all. It's going to end with more detentions and even suspension. Then how would your parents feel?" His voice was calming, but still strong. He had compassion and he could see she struggled with something outside of school.

lt was at least ten minutes before she could react. Her eyes were puffy and red and she wiped her nose on the sleeve of her robes. When she did look up it was to glare at him again. Is that what he called accusing her of cheating to her face? Accusing her of not doing assignments herself? Not to mention not giving her the benefit of doubt that maybe, just maybe, she'd done both murals, as she had yet to ever cheat or missed a charms assignment in her whole time being at Hogwarts?

He called it pushing her, she called it assuming the worst in her with reason. She'd never been a problem in his class before that. Why should she respect a man who clear showed he didn't respect or think much of her?

Hadley looked away from him when he brought up her parents. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes again, or let him see her face. "Relieved," she said finally. She grabbed the painfully small rag from his hand and stood up. "Maybe then they wouldn't have a witch for a daughter." With that she made her way to the far side again and started scrubbing quietly, tears silently streaking done her face.

"Can you refill the bucket please?" Since she didn't have her wand.

He stood watching her. He wasn't going to even pretend to know what she was experiencing at home. His parents raised him as he raised his own children and they were purebloods. "It seems like you have another reason to change the quick defensive attitude then Haddie. They dont' want you here because they are muggles I assume?" He wouldn't speak ill of muggles, but he wasn't going to stand and lie to her either. "Every attitude, every point, every detention you even come close to is another step closer for them to win if you were to be suspended or expelled. The professors here can help you beyond just the lessons. They are all willing to help students that want to learn and show the respect as well. You can be a brilliant witch but your defensive side blocks this from happening at times."

He stopped speaking as she headed towards the wall to start cleaning. Pulling his wand he moved and filled the bucket again and then waved it over her rag. The rag grew a bit. "It will continue to shrink if you bring the attitude back." Turning he walked back to the chair and sat again.

Hadley glanced back at Professor Prime curiously. "Giving me pointers on how not to respect my parents wishes?" It just struck her as ironic. Here was the good Professor, simultaneously expounding endlessly on respect, and yet essentially telling her to rebel against her parents desires for her.

Interesting.

She wiped her eyes again with her sleeve. "Yes, they're muggles. But that's not the reason." She continued to scrub the wall with a practiced hand. This wasn't the first time Hadley Denaker had gotten scrub duty as a punishment. She just never had it this bad before. "It's because one of you tried to eat us last year," by you she meant the professors, "and another poisoned us. They don't think the school is all that concerned with the safety of the students..."

Hadley let out a silent sigh of relief as the rag enlarged itself a bit. Just in time for a particularly stubborn bit of grime too.

"I want you to be who you want to be. Any parent would want that for their child and any professor wants that as well. I know you like being a witch, you prove that every time you show up at my office for another charm." He knew she didn't want to not be a witch, so he wasn't telling her to defy her parents just do the best while here.

Crossing his leg he watched her clean. "They Hag was not one of us. That I'm not even sure about myself. I was new as well and wasn't aware who was on staff and who wasn't. Who tried to poison you?" This was the first he heard about this and he had three nephews here last year.

Thankfully it seemed Haddie's attitude was staying away so the rag was staying it's size. The grime on the other hand seemed to be very stubborn and harder to get off than even Julien had thought.

No, she wasn't exactly buying his assurance that he wanted her to be her. No one wanted her to be who she was. Not her parents, not Professor Itchy Mara, not Professor Prime. That was half the reason she was here today, in her mind: Being who she was.

She didn't voice that though. It was slow going enough as it was with the extra thick grime on the walls. Hadley didn't need to give him reason to thicken it anymore.

"The Hag was introduced as our Divination professor," Hadley reminded him. Making her squarely one of them. A professor. "Professor Newton. One of our class assignments was to drink a non-fatal poison, while our group partner worked on the cure. But the ingredients were bad or something, so the cures didn't work."

Everyday at Hogwarts was an exciting adventure: Would you survive or not? Okay, not everyday, but every school year seemed to have that question hanging over it. It was partially what excited Hadley about going to Hogwarts.

She continued to scrub, slowly making her way through a single wall. How much time was left, Hadley didn't know. But somehow she was sure that Professor Prime wouldn't accept less than spotless. And that slowed things down considerably. But she was done with one wall, and moving onto the next. Her tears were dry now.

There was one thing Hadley wasn't doing though. She wasn't thinking of ways to apologize to Dot. She'd done that already despite what Professor Prime thought.

"That was a very unfortunate mix up." He hadn't a clue how she got on the staff list or if she ever even was, but Julien felt very confident that a Hag on staff would never happen again. "Professor Newton is a very respected potion master. If something went wrong he wouldn't have done it on purpose and was most likely able to fix it right away."


He checked his watch and thought about how a nice cup of tea would be good right about now. Maybe he should have brought some, but he wouldn't want it getting any slime or grime in it. He was glad that Haddie seemed to leave the attitude so that her rag wasn't shrinking anymore.

"How is the permanent stick charm coming along?" They mid as well talk about her charms work while she was cleaning.

I like Professor Newton," she agreed. "But the assignment was for us to drink the poison and to brew the antidote. My Dad kinda took issue with having us drink the poison in the first place." Even Hadley could see where her Dad was coming from, even if she didn't like where it lead.

She continued to scrub, trying to ignore how tired her arms were getting. Hads didn't want to give Professor Primeaux the satisfaction of Well, if you had just been respectful, you wouldn't have to scrub so much, or whatever little lesson he'd try to give her for it. Whenever she was sure he wasn't looking though, she'd take the opportunity to give her arms a few seconds of rest. Then she'd be back to scrubbing again when he looked back in her direction.

"Uh, it's coming..." She was getting close to finishing the second wall and her arms were starting to feel like re-fried rubber bands. "Got the sticking part down, not so much the permanent part. But I've also been splitting my focus with trying to get the flying charm down as well." She paused to rub her shoulder quickly and then continued scrubbing. "Instead of a broom for my birthday, Dad got me a snowboard," she explained. It was something she'd asked for 3 years ago when they lived in California and could do day trips to Big Bear. Wasn't as practical in London. "So, I'm trying to make it fly. Right now it's more bucking bronco than a flyer. But they're getting there." Both the flying spell (slowly) and the permanent sticking charm (less slowly).

The man was a marshmallow most days no way could Julien see him poisoning the students on purpose. "You're sure it was poison and he didn't just tell you it was?" the mind did mysterious things and telling someone the drank poison could make their brains act like they were. " He knows what he is doing so I'm sure the poison would not have fully harmed." Maybe Art did poison him and props to him if was a few that might needed it. They were all safe and alive so no harm done.

He listened as she spoke about the spells and the broom issue. Every wizard and witch needed their own broom if they wanted it. He couldn't help but chuckle at trying to make it fly. "Why am I not surprised. Just don't have the ministry coming at you for tampering with a muggle object." That was all she needed with her parents.

"Practice makes perfect." He knew if she kept trying she'd get them both. His eyes fell on the grime and then to the clock.

"Yes, I'm sure." She looked him in the eye then, pointedly. "That was the assignment. One person drinks a diluted poison, the other cures them. And switch." Hadley turned back to scrubbing the last bit of the second wall. "You don't have to convince me. I love Professor Newton. He's tutoring me with my potions work. But Dad objects regardless."

Second wall finished, Hadley began scrubbing the third wall. The wall she'd originally started on. That should make it go a bit faster.

"I'm gonna invent Wizard Surfing," she told Professor Primeaux. Wait... "The Ministry doesn't let you enchant your own possessions!?" In her mind, her snowboard wasn't a muggle artifact. It belonged to a witch, her, and therefore was a witch's artifact. Somehow, she doubted that would fly with the Ministry. "I guess I could transfigure it a bit so it's not a snowboard anymore..." But would still be a board that flies and you can surf the winds, wizarding style on. Nods.

"I know, sir." she smiled. She actually enjoyed the practice. Working to the goal. It was her Ravenclaw showing though. The problem was a puzzle that she could figure out and solve through practice. It was partially why she had zero patience when it came to starting animagus training, but the utmost patience for the training itself to succeed. One year or ten, she'd succeed at her goals. All of them. Though she did hope to succeed in them before she graduated Hogwarts. "Maybe you can help me sometime with the stablizing charm. It seems to be immensely complex."

He sat quietly for a moment. This was interesting and he'd have to ask Art about it. He knew though that Art knew what he was doing so he wasn't really concerned. "It is not as easy being a parent as one might think. Your father is just looking out for your safety." He could remember arguments he had with his own children trying to keep them safe.

If juggles see the item you could be in trouble with the ministry. It is a thin line at times when it comes to muggle objects."[/b] Wizard surfing sounded interesting though. He watched as she moved to the next wall. " As long as you keep it out of muggle sight you should be alright. The schools have brooms to practice on if you want to fly."

The student never seized to amaze him and he was glad to see no attitude eager to learn Haddie back. " Very complex for a second year, but we can worK on it. If you promise to leave the attitude out of my office and classroom for now on."

"I know." It was just, putting her under house arrest so she couldn't even see her friends from Hogwarts wasn't the best way to go about protecting her.

"I'll be careful not to let them see it fly. Just like with brooms, you know?" She grinned, happy for once an adult was encouraging her to follow through with her goals and not trying to tell her not to. Hadley nodded. "I told Professor Tanner if Hogwarts ever gets new brooms, I want to adopt Charlie. He's the broom I learned to fly one. We're very simpatico."

Finally, Hadley took a break to give her arms a rest. Hogwarts stairs gave her legs a work out everyday, but her arms hadn't developed the same strength and endurance. After a few minutes, Hadley finished the third wall and moved on to the fourth wall, careful not to break it...oops. "Very complex. I expect I probably won't get it this term, or maybe even next, but I'm still eager to start working on it. Thank you." She nodded her head in agreement to leave the attitude out of his office or classroom, silently adding the stipulation that as long as he doesn't accuse her of cheating unfairly again, she will. "I promise, sir."

He was glad she understood that she couldn't let muggle see. Though it would be years before she was allowed to do magic outside of school. "It can be tempting to show what you know to muggle friends but never a good idea." The broom talk made him think about the broom he just bought. What a dumb purchase, when would he ever use it. " What did she say about you keeping it?"

He go up and flicked his wand. The floor cleaned and the smell siappeared. Haddie had dropped the attitude and the normal want to learn second year seemed to be back. Her promise was enough for him to end the detention. " Here is your wand you are excused."

Hadley shook her head. "I've only really had one muggle friend." Despite her growing as a muggle. "And he's back in LA, so kinda free of that temptation." She continued to scrub, making her way slowly across the final wall.

"Professor Tanner said I could adopt him, when Hogwarts eventually replaces its brooms, but no idea when that'll be." So she was saving up to be able to afford a broom of her own. That didn't mean she wouldn't jump at the chance to still adopt Charlie, even if she managed to buy a broom.

And then suddenly the floor wasn't sticky anymore, and the smell was gone, and for a moment Hadley stood there confused. She hadn't been expecting it. The last wall wasn't even done yet. Maybe 75% done. Still, Hads wasn't gonna argue.

"Thank you." For her wand back, and getting rid of the smell, not for the detention. "See you in class, Professor." Because right now, Hadley had a date with the bathtub. The smell and grime and everything might be gone, but she felt grungy still. With a wave Hadley left the room.