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DaniDiNardo · #1 (**permalink**) 09-17-2020, 02:56 AM

If you've found yourself on the list that was posted up in the defense corridor then you know you need to present yourself to Dungeon 13 for the afternoon's detention. 4 pm sharp, Saturday. There had been some sort of warning on being late, making it very clear another detention would be your reward.

The Headmaster stands at the door to the dungeon room. It is locked, making it impossible to see what is on the other side. It could be anything, it could be nothing. Which outcome is worse?

A few torches light the otherwise dim corridor, illuminating the way just enough.

If you're here, it means your performance in class was unsatisfactory. Abysmal. Inadequate. In future, you should do better.

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Originally Posted by Detention List

Claudine Blaze

Emmerson Cambridge

Lucas Dakest

Sophie Duncan

Bernadette Grantham

Ashley Fox

Kinsay James

Heath Jones

Joshua Miller

Charlotte Rivers

Avalon Sinclair

Aboli Song

Cole Vance

OOC: Hey guys! This is the detention following the DADA lesson. If your character did not have a sack and you want to play, jump right in! If you weren't in the lesson but want to say your charrie didn't have a sack, nudge me and I can add your charrie to the list! If you wanna say your charrie did some other third thing and got lumped into this detention, that's also okay just nudge me! Otherwise, please don't post in this thread. On that note, if you do not wish to participate despite your charrie's name being here, you definitely don't have to! This is just an extra RP opportunity for those who want it ^^

astrocat · 09-17-2020, 03:17 AM

Ashley smirked. This detention was supposed to be a punishment, and knowing the headmaster, it would be terrible. But Ashley couldn't help but feel proud of what she had done. She hadn't thrown anyone under the bus by giving them detention. And she had (accidentally) contrived to get both her and her partner out of the duel with their wands by burning her arm off, and the headmaster hadn't called her on it yet. She didn't think he noticed. Yes, Ashley beamed. She was gleeful. Why? Because all of the headmaster's attempts to turn them all against each other had failed. They had failed HARD. In fact, she was convinced that most of the students were in this together and willing to help each other. She was in the best of moods for this detention, and there was absolutely NOTHING that was going to bring her down. She practically bounced as she waited for the other students to arrive, knowing that her happiness was going to deeply annoy the headmaster.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-17-2020, 05:16 AM

So...technically speaking, Josh's performance in class had not been a complete disaster but he would never utter such a thing aloud. Just had once again fallen victim to his act first and think later sort of personality. Then again...completely losing his sack thanks to his proficient Disillusionment Charm was rather abysmal and no matter which way you swung it, no sack meant no sack. The sixth year wouldn't dispute that and thus arrived at detention as required...and not nearly with as much pep to his step as that little first year Ravenclaw had.

What was the motto of this school again? Something about not kissing a sleeping dragon? No, woah their brain, not kissing. TICKLING. Tickling a sleeping dragon. He was pretty sure it did not matter if the dragon, in this case their headmaster, was sleeping or not. You just didn't tickle them.

If anything, Josh could follow orders and he reckoned that the whole unnecessary chatter bit applied here too sooooooooo...just the greeting it was. "Afternoon, headmaster." Other than that, his lips were zipped. Which was a feat in and of itself, okay?

Fireheart · 09-17-2020, 01:45 PM

This was really not the way she wanted to spend her Saturday. Avalon had been fuming all week at the looming detention date, a punishment that had been unfairly sentenced to her. She had kept her sack in hand, won her duel, and treated the Headmaster with nothing but politeness during the lesson. She was only here because of Nemesis Upstead, who seemed to have an unspoken animosity for her all of the sudden. The only positive about the situation was that there were plenty of others who had detention too. It would be much, much worse if she was the only one. An afternoon with just her and Headmaster Trent? That was a terrifying thought.

Avalon was not really in the mood for pleasantiries, as she was considering all the possibilities of what this detention might entail and dreading the fact that they might have to scrub the dungeons or clean up some mysterious dung. "Hello, Headmaster," she said tersely as she approached the dungeon door. Ashley and Josh received a simple head nod. She wasn't about to get in more trouble for engaging in "unnecessary chatter."

FearlessLeader19 · 09-17-2020, 02:07 PM

Claudine didn’t even bother looking for her name on the list which had been posted. All she needed was for the date and time and she’d be there. What annoyed her the most was that it was taking place at a time when she was usually out and about on the Grounds with the creatures. At least she had the manners to let Williamson know she’d be unable to make it that particular day.

Claudine slinked her way down the dim corridor but naturally, was accustomed to the dimness as the Slytherin Common Room was housed in the dungeons. And there was Trent. The girl rolled her eyes the moment she saw him. As usual, she was not in the mood to be much of a talker so simply came up silently beside Avalon, and thus joining the small group of students already there.

DaniDiNardo · 09-17-2020, 04:22 PM

"It's Saturday."

Those were the only words uttered by the cranky 11 year old as she came to a stop by the group. There was one of those rare sunny afternoons outside, most of the castle was probably by the lake or otherwise out and about enjoying it and she was staring at damp walls and moldy, cobbled floors. This had to be against some law. The Headmaster was probably a criminal. No wonder he stayed here at school. Far away from the eyes of Law Enforcement while he robbed kids of their weekend.

The Gryffindor had seen the detention list, and had an idea of how many kids would be there. The silver lining? KIZZY HAD DETENTION, TOO! It was terrible, just awful, her bestie didn't deserve this--but she was glad she'd be having her.

Emm didn't deserve it either, mind you. She could scarcely remember what she'd done. A sentence said in class that didn't tickle his funny bone the way she thought it would. A bit too much enthusiasm during the activity. All she knew was, her name was on the list and she wanted ice-cream.

ArianaBlack · 09-17-2020, 05:50 PM

Kizzy hurried alongside Emm, coming to a stop where the crowd had started to gather. This was all sorts of unfair. She didn't even know what she did wrong! It's like the Headmaster WANTED them to get into trouble. And, as far as Kiz was concerned, Emm didn't do anything wrong either. This was wrong and cruel and the only good part was that they weren't stuck in detention earlier in the day because then it would have ruined her whole weekend. At least if it was really bad now, they could go snuggle in the dormitory after and talk about how horrible Professor Trent is. That thought made her feel a little less sad about it all.

But her eyes filled with more and more worry as she inched closer and closer to Emm. She hadn't ever received a detention before. What if mum and dad got mad? Kinsay briefly wondered whether Teddy would tell on her, but dismissed the thought almost immediately. He wouldn't do that. Maybe she needed to tell them though. It was all very confusing.

"Hi, Headmaster," she gave him a defeated (and deflated) look, not bothering to keep eye contact and instead looking down at her shoes. She had all sorts of questions about what they were going to do and what was behind the door and why he wanted to put them all in detention and--

But she was too scared to ask. Also, she was trying not to be incessant with her questions.

siriusblackliveson · 09-17-2020, 06:43 PM

It was absolutely ridiculous that Charlie had to spend a Saturday of all days in detention with the headmaster all because she hadn’t found an extra bag of gems. It was like the headmaster was trying to see if he could turn all the students against each other or something. Rolling her eyes she saddled up next to the group that was already there. If it were possible she would have erased her name from the list.

Looking at the few torches and the ominous feeling she knew nothing good would come of this. Poor headmaster was not getting a greeting from her. Crossing her arms and planting her weight on one leg she tried to keep from huffing at the thought of what was behind the door. This was not going to be fun.

kayquilz · 09-17-2020, 10:19 PM

This detention was completely unfair, and Aboli was still miffed about it. She had turned in her essay TWO DAYS after being assigned it, and had made SURE Trent had gotten it, so he couldn't be irritated about that coming in late. It had been MORE than on time; it had been early. AND she had actually put effort into it. The essay was stupid.

This was stupid.

Aboli said nothing as she glided into the detention, her cold demeanor masking how angry she felt. She didn't even tell any hello, though she did feel bad for Avalon, who had been Nem's second victim.

BanaBatGirl · 09-17-2020, 11:43 PM

Bernie was here, and honestly very blasé about it. This wasn't her first rodeo. Sometimes she felt like she was born into dention with Trent.

She crossed her arms and bumped elbows with Aboli as she came into dungeon 13. "Heya, pardner." Bern had taken a jelly-brain jinx to the head and all she had to show for it was this measly detention with a dozen other people?! OK. The fourth year rolled her eyes and cleared her throat at Trent to show that she was ready for him to ask them questions, give them a speech, make them start cleaning something, then conjure up a lawn chair for himself.

Y'know, the usual.

DaniDiNardo · 09-18-2020, 02:17 AM

There they were, on time and looking as disgruntled as he'd felt when he was forced to witness the disgrace that was their performance in his class. Not all had fallen victim to the sack activity, oh no, some had sought to test his patience throughout the remainder of the week and the Headmaster had made plans to have them join the group. He was a busy man, separate detentions would be a waste of his time.

"Wands in the box here." He said, not bothering with any sort of greetings or "pleasantries". They all knew why they were here. There was no need for them to beat around the bush and pretend they were happy to be down here shooting the stale, dungeon breeze.

He kicked at the box by his foot, indicating where they would need to deposit them. "You won't be needing them and won't like what happens if I find out you've kept one." As fair a warning as any they were likely to get. "When you're done, head into the room and we'll get this thing started."

Should he warn them about the shoes?

....Would it really make a difference at this point?

"Hurry up, I haven't got all afternoon."

When your characters enter the room, they'll immediately fall into approximately waist deep sludge/muck/Merlin knows what. Lots of unidentifiable liquid that fills the dungeon room up to the average First Year's waist. Imagine a pool of stinky mud that probably........isn't mud at all. Step on in, wade around in it, next set of instructions will be coming along.

BanaBatGirl · 09-18-2020, 02:41 AM

Trent still had his spare wand up his bum then? No greetings? No lecture this time? He must have REALLY made a big mess in the next room for them to clean by hand. Hopefully he'd provided those nice self-sudsings brushes again, and not, like, dinky kiddie toothbrushes for them to scrub with...

Bernie dropped her wand in the box without a word, just giving the Headman a big FROWNY FACE, and then entered the next room...

...kinda. "EWWW!" she declared, catching her balance before she fell/sank too far, her voice echoing around the room. "This place is DISGUSTING!" And it STANK to HIGH HEAVEN! Bernie held her arms up above the sludge and used one to pinch both of her nostrils together and the other for balance as she waded away from the door.

HEADMASTER TRENT WAS GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

astrocat · 09-18-2020, 02:54 AM

Ew. Ashley was expecting something bad; she wasn't expecting raw sewage. She thought they were gonna get tortured or something... who knows. there was still time left. But her smile did not falter. Instead she just held her breath for as long as possible(a really long time) and told herself that she would find a hose somewhere later. Probably in the pastures. She was definitely gonna get rid of this school uniform too. She was tempted to ask what the muck was, but... she didn't want to know. She grinned as maliciously as possible at the headmaster, pretending to enjoy it. She didn't mind the loss of her wand much. It wasn't something she needed to survive anyway. She braced herself for whatever was coming next.

Fireheart · 09-19-2020, 02:50 AM

Of course they wouldn't be able to keep their wands. Avalon hadn't expected any less, but Headmaster Trent's request annoyed her nonetheless. She dropped her wand in the box silently before entering the dungeon.

Great. Mysterious dung it was.

Ew was right. The Ravenclaw sent a knowing glance to Bernie in agreement. Too bad Avalon didn't take a deep breath prior to making her way inside, because it was taking everything in her not to gag. Would she ever be able to wear these robes again without remembering this terrible moment? And why did Ashley look so happy? Nobody could possibly enjoy this.

Ugh. It was going to be a loooong evening.

ArianaBlack · 09-19-2020, 05:07 AM

Not only did the Headmaster ignore her greeting, but now he was trying to take her wand!? Even though she had JUST gotten it back from Bernie. It wasn’t fair! How come he was always taking her wand away? How was she supposed to learn magic?!

Kiz looked over to Emm, as if to ask whether she trusted him with their wands. But because she didn’t want to land herself in any more trouble, she stepped forward to deposit it into the box. ”The wandmaker said if someone tries to take it, it’ll turn their fingers into sausages,” she gave Mr. Trent a serious look. She thought he ought to know. Just in case.

And then with some reluctance, she followed the Ravenclaw prefect into the room and GASP (for the drama) (but also in surprise)!

The first thing she did was take a cue from Bernadette and plug her nose. The second thing she did is look around absolutely HORRIFIED by the waist-deep sludge she had just fallen into. Again, she looked over at Emm in TERROR. ”What is this stuff?”

sweetpinkpixie · 09-19-2020, 10:46 AM

Wands turned in. Right. He had heard something about that being kind of a standard when it came to detentions - which was slightly terrifying because of the signal it sent in that you were defenseless or worse. After all, snapping a wizard's wand was, well, yikes. Soooooooooo without any outward protest, Josh approached the box and removed from his pocket the holster for his own wand and then the holster containing Ivy's wand. Something else he was not particularly happy about.

Following the crowd and behind a few others that released, er, less than pleasant sounds as they stepped inside...Josh hesitated a moment before stepping into the room himself. Another one or two steps later and suddenly the floor beneath him was uneven and just outright GONE, which meant that he was falling forwards and without anything to grab on to and his reflexes being that he hold his hands out to catch himself in the fall. Which, well, mostly meant that he was falling forward and making a small SPLASH.

Or maybe more of a PLOP considering the consistency.

Going under, Josh immediately resurfaced and wiped his face with his likewise "muddy" hands...which really only smeared things around a lot. "What the actual --- " Spitting so he could get WHATEVER this was out of his mouth and off his lips. HOW had no one else fallen IN in?! That was a BIG and SUDDEN step!

...tHiS wAs FiNe...

MadMadamMalfoy · 09-19-2020, 01:34 PM

Heath was here at the appointed time, though the only indication he gave of his presence was a slight nod toward the headmaster. As neither of them were fond of unnecessary chatter, he saw no point in offering a verbal greeting. He didn’t dare look around at the other students. Seeing all these people here, most of whom wrongly sentenced, would only send his anger flaring for the hundredth time since that lesson, and he would not give Trent the satisfaction of seeing it! Bullies were all the same, no matter their age; they would use any sign of emotion against their victims.

The Ravenclaw’s expression remained stoic as the headmaster spoke. For the record, he did not trust him with his wand! Trent had shown his true colors in that lesson, and now Heath wouldn’t put anything past him. What did he plan to do with their wands? Snap them all in half? Put a flagrate curse on them? Keep them locked in that box and force them to go without their wands for the rest of the term? Despite his suspicions, he trusted the man even less without his wand! That makes two of us, he thought to himself as he deposited his wand in the box. Whatever was in store for him, he just wanted to get it done so he could get on with his life!

Heath followed the others through the door, half-expecting to find a monster on the other side for them to fight. Instead he was met with some disgusting-smelling… substance. Mud? Slime? Did he even want to know? Whatever the mystery muck was, he waded into it without so much as a sound of reaction, not even a gag. He held his hands out of the sludge but didn't bother trying to plug his nose. He had a strong suspicion that he would need his hands for something else soon. If this was anything like their lesson, there was bound to be a cruel twist in here somewhere!

kayquilz · 09-19-2020, 03:45 PM

Whatever was behind that door, Aboli didn't want to see it. But she nodded at Trent's words and dropped her wand in. Since the recent CHAOS in her lessons recently...she was taking a new approach.

She would not yell.

She would not speak.

She would do what she could quietly, and...be chill. She just needed to be CHILL RIGHT?

Things had been easier before she had put so much pressure on herself to be...a good person. In a way, she realized she had self-sabotaged herself into overcompensating, and THAT was where much of her problems currently lay. Only she hadn't thought of that herself - a recent letter from her EXTREMELY smart mama had arrived, and she felt her mother's psychoanalysis had been correct.

So she stepped into the room, and was not surprised by how disgusting the slop was...the slop that was up to their waists, practically. It smelled. It felt gross. But Aboli crossed her arms and would not give a reaction. Trent didn't need one...he had enough from the other kids. She would wait quietly. What next, though? What next...

Thus is the question of life.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-21-2020, 10:20 PM

Emmerson had a great point. It was indeed Saturday and Claudine was downright sure Trent had purposely selected this day for the detention. Was it possible to hate him more? Yes, it was. She watched the group grow larger, noting the number of firsties within. Anyway. Could they get a move on? There were important things she could be doing with her precious time than hang out with Trent. Claudine rolled her eyes at the wand instruction. Honestly, power seemed to have gotten to his head because he didn’t have the manners to greet his students. Whatever.

The fourth year dropped her wand into the box as instructed then waited her turn to enter the room. There was no way she was going to let Trent get a hint of how annoyed she was. But was she annoyed about the detention? No. She was annoyed about him, about his presence. Could they not have a better Headmaster? One who actually knew how to teach hi-

SPLAT!

Claudine blinked, having just taken a fall and suddenly finding herself in a sea of… yuckiness. A low growl of anger emitted from her throat, which was only the disguise of her loathing for Trent and the disgust of this mess.

UGH.

Gross, gross, GROSS!!!

DaniDiNardo · 09-22-2020, 12:50 AM

NO she didn't trust the Headmaster with their wands. Not at all and the look she returned to Kizzy would've said as much.

Too bad they didn't have a choice. This detention was enough and Emmerson was under no impression that refusing would allow her to keep hers. Not at all. Resistance would likely land her in more trouble and if it was with the Headmaster then...no thanks.

Reluctantly, Emm dropped her wand into the box then followed Kizzy into the--

"EEEeeewwwwwww!!!!" What fresh hell WAS this?? "Ew ew ew ew!" When she stepped inside, the last thing she expected was to be up to her middle in sludge or mud or or or...."Ewwwww!!!" No amount of magic would get this stink out of her uniform, she was sure.

"He can't be serious."

"I don't care what your wandmaker said." Had he not made this clear back in the class when she'd first mentioned the man. Her little talk of sausages meant little to him. Even if he did believe her (spoiler alert: he did not), she was the one putting the wand into the box. It wouldn't affect him.

Once the last of them had entered, Trent went to stand at the door. He wasn't going inside there, not with everything he knew he'd put in. The reactions of the students were enough to let him know they were already getting the point.

Time spent with him would be unpleasant. If they kept being this unsatisfactory, they would keep having an unpleasant time.

The Headmaster leaned against the door's frame, hands hung loosely in his pockets. "It would seem most of you don't understand how to fight dirty. I'm here to help. This is to ensure the next time I ask you to use whatever means necessary, you actually do it." Unless they happened to be glutton's for punishment.

Perhaps some of them were...

"If you won't fight the way you need to in class, you will learn to do so here, with real dirt." Among other things. "You have a choice. You may fight a classmate, or one of my dummies, but you cannot get out of the substance until you've won a fight. Choose wisely. You go until someone surrenders."

OOC: If your charrie would rather a dummy, please have them say so, otherwise, you can pair up amongst yourselves. Physical fighting will be the method this go. Keep in mind the rules against godmodding. While you can say the actions your charrie did. You absolutely cannot say whether it hits the next character. That is their character and their choice to make. Similarly, if you choose a dummy, please do not RP for them. I will handle that

kayquilz · 09-22-2020, 01:21 AM

Right right, this was gross, blah blah, Aboli got it. Sure. She could read the smug look on his face as easily as she could tell if the sun was out when she looked out a window.

And of course, as she expected, his directions were appalling. Aboli hadn't physically fought anyone in like, years. Her chompers were still ready to use, right? Ever since she had mastered magic, she preferred to inflict violence THAT way, and even then it was rare these days. She was scared...

OK?

She didn't want to be a BAD person because sometimes she wanted to be and THAT WAS SCARY.

But if he wanted her to fight, she would. Especially if they could fight a DUMMY. Aboli coolly rolled her sleeves up and raised her hand. "I'll take a dummy, Headmaster Trent," she said as she finished with her sleeves. She didn't want to hurt a classmate...not even that despicable first year, Emm. Plus, that would hardly be a fair fight.

She had flashbacks to a time where she bit someone back in before-Hogwarts-school and had drawn BLOOD. Yikes. Her mother had pulled her from that school SO fast because parents complained....could she tap into her six year old self? COULD SHE? "Do the dummies bleed? For realism?"

DaniDiNardo · 09-22-2020, 01:27 AM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Right right, this was gross, blah blah, Aboli got it. Sure. She could read the smug look on his face as easily as she could tell if the sun was out when she looked out a window.

And of course, as she expected, his directions were appalling. Aboli hadn't physically fought anyone in like, years. Her chompers were still ready to use, right? Ever since she had mastered magic, she preferred to inflict violence THAT way, and even then it was rare these days. She was scared...

OK?

She didn't want to be a BAD person because sometimes she wanted to be and THAT WAS SCARY.

But if he wanted her to fight, she would. Especially if they could fight a DUMMY. Aboli coolly rolled her sleeves up and raised her hand. "I'll take a dummy, Headmaster Trent," she said as she finished with her sleeves. She didn't want to hurt a classmate...not even that despicable first year, Emm. Plus, that would hardly be a fair fight.

She had flashbacks to a time where she bit someone back in before-Hogwarts-school and had drawn BLOOD. Yikes. Her mother had pulled her from that school SO fast because parents complained....could she tap into her six year old self? COULD SHE? "Do the dummies bleed? For realism?"

Did the dummies bleed? "No, but you might. For realism." It was a hard world outside of the castle. What sort of Headmaster would he be if he didn't show her this?

The dummies, admittedly, needed little tweaking. He'd seen how they'd been used in the past and knew they would put up...quite the fight. Typically, these fights were magical and kept the students at a safe distance. It would be...interesting to see them up close.

He...should've probably alerted Healer Recard.

Maybe he still would.

One dummy stepped out from a hidden passage in the room, ready and geared to begin its fight. It stood before the Slytherin Prefect.

Waiting.

Always waiting.

Just your friendly neighbourhood demon dummy.

astrocat · 09-22-2020, 01:30 AM

Ashley had a MAJOR mood swing. She went from maliciously happy to maliciously angry in about .2 seconds. But they were allowed to fight dummies? Good. No way was she going to hurt a classmate. But she was definitely going to hurt something. Just a dummy, she reminded herself. It's not real. It won't really die. That was a strength of Ashley's. Separation of reality and fiction. Rest assured in a real situation she would have stayed there for who knows how long. "I'll take a dummy." She was going to rip its head off. Possibly literally. Or strangle it. Ha Ha, she thought to herself. I'm not compromising my morals. Loophole. The headmaster might be asking her to beat up a dummy, but that did not mean she would in any way, shape, or form would she fight ruthlessly for real. She wondered if the headmaster was evil. In D&D he certainly would be. She didn't care what anybody said about who the headmaster had used to be. She had only seen cruel headmaster, and she was sure that he would stay like that. If this were muggle school, he could be fired by now. Ashley was glad there were dummies. What she was planning to do would put a real person in the hospital. On the other hand, with this school, it was probably her ending up in the hospital.

MadMadamMalfoy · 09-22-2020, 11:17 AM

Heath saw Claudine fall into the muck out of the corner of his eye; it took everything in him not to react. Any other time, he would’ve offered her a hand up, but that would give Trent something he could use against them both and he would not let her be used as emotional leverage! It was bad enough that she was only in here because of him - and it just got worse!

Oh, so there’s the sick twist we were missing, Heath thought to himself. I was wondering when that would come into play. And I take it by “help”, you mean turn us as evil and ruthless as yourself… Outwardly, he was as silent and stoic as ever, but inwardly, he was a jumbled mess of emotions. There was confusion over why Trent was so keen to pit them against each other, anger both at the headmaster for betraying his trust and at himself for ever trusting him in the first place, but mostly he felt guilty that Claudine was about to get hurt and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Heath distracted himself by weighing his options. His first instinct was to fight a dummy, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that everything Trent said was some sort of cruel trick. Why would the dummies be different? Yeah no, he was not willing to die here or lose limb or an eye, thanks! Although he didn't want to live with the guilt of hurting a classmate (nor did he want them to live with the guilt of hurting him), the more he thought about it, the more he thought that might be best for all involved. He may dislike one or two people here, but he didn’t think any of them were evil enough to try to kill him, which was more than he could say for the headmaster and his dummies! His opponent would surely hate him afterward, but at least this way, both of them would walk out of here alive…

He rolled up his sleeves and removed his tie, using it to pull back his hair. Although the gesture may seem superfluous on first glance, there was a point to it. The idea was to give his opponent less to grab on to, especially if he wound up fighting a dummy at some point. He looked around at the other students. “Who-” He almost said, “wants to be my partner” but stopped himself just in time, as that sentence was inaccurate on two counts. 1) they weren’t partners, and 2) he was sure none of them wanted this! “- is going to fight me?”

kayquilz · 09-22-2020, 09:59 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Did the dummies bleed? "No, but you might. For realism." It was a hard world outside of the castle. What sort of Headmaster would he be if he didn't show her this?

The dummies, admittedly, needed little tweaking. He'd seen how they'd been used in the past and knew they would put up...quite the fight. Typically, these fights were magical and kept the students at a safe distance. It would be...interesting to see them up close.

He...should've probably alerted Healer Recard.

Maybe he still would.

One dummy stepped out from a hidden passage in the room, ready and geared to begin its fight. It stood before the Slytherin Prefect.

Waiting.

Always waiting.

Just your friendly neighbourhood demon dummy.

If Aboli had been in a good mood, she might have laughed, actually. Instead, she simply nodded to Trent that she understood. A little bleeding never hurt anyone, right? And Trent wouldn't let any of them die - and even if he DID, she could escape this plane and return to the beyond. She always JOKED she would become a ghost.

Get ready, Trent. If Aboli Song died, she was going to come right back to Hogwarts as a GHOST.

Death did not frighten HER!

Again, nor did injury. The dummy, however, was just STARING at her, but did it count as staring if it wasn't really looking? It was a dummy. She didn't want to make the first move, but she thought it might stand there all day if she let it. So...she lunged forward suddenly then hopped back, as if to trick it, and attempted to goad it that way.

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