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DaniDiNardo · 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 ^^

BanaBatGirl · 09-22-2020, 11:55 PM

Yeah, Bernie had a brother, and yeah, she was always bragging about how he picked on her and made her tough and told her what DMs were on Twitter and yada yada. But truth be told? When they'd fought as kids, all they'd really done was wrestle a little, occassionally slap each other, and then call it a day and/or get the fight broken up by Dad. She'd NEVER fought her little sister, or any girl really, and was kind of feeling confused by these directions.

Plus, fighting dirty? It didn't seem the Gryffindor way. Bernie stared down at the muck, feeling glum and confused by Trent's direction. "I don't understaaaaand," she mumble-whined. "Sir. You're a Gryffindor. You're the HEAD Gryffindor. Gryffindors don't fight dirty. We have chivalry and stuff." Remember when whats-her-name had pushed Bernie into the pit during the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin day last year? Trent had awarded Bernie the points because THAT was fighting dirty.

Sniff sniff. She stared glumly at the Headmaster. "Godric Gryffindor didn't fight dirty." Bernie oughta know. He only challenged everyone in the castle, Trent included, to a duel like five times a day that year.

JUST SAYING. She crossed her arms and kicked at the muck, obviously pouting.

siriusblackliveson · 09-23-2020, 12:16 AM

Charlie stepped into the room and felt the mud sing into her shoes with a smoosh noise. It took everything in her to not gag at the thick muck in her shoes. She would do anything to get out of here. This was worse than just a Saturday detention. Who was this Trent that had sent them to a mud pit to... fight to the death basically. She didn’t know she was now Spartacus or who ever that was.

She had to hold back the snicker that she wanted to let escape when Trent told Aboli that bleeding might be fore realism for her. She turned hearing she had to do whatever necessary to win. Well she’d rather go against a person than a dummy that didn’t maybe have logic. Spotting Heath she pushed her feet through the muck smiling a big sweet grin. “Heath, want to partner up?” If her charms got her the win she didn’t care. She had to fight the urge to yell at the Headmaster to see if they could leave once they won. No need to anger the headmaster for no reason.

Yet, there was Bernie talking about how Gryffindor have chilvary and stuff. She mumbled as quietly as she could “Speak for yourself” She’d do what she had to do so she could be clean and not in a mud filled room with this angry head of house.

Fireheart · 09-23-2020, 12:58 AM

They were supposed to physically fight another classmate. In a pile of muck. Wihle Trent watched. The whole thing seemed absolutely ludicrous. Avalon half-expected to wake up from this nightmare, but the putrid odor of the dungeon reminded her that it wasn't a dream at all.

Well, if Trent was expecting her to actually fight another classmate, he had another thing coming for him. There was no way that was happening. She had never had a real fight with anyone in her life, and today was not going to be her first. "I'll have a dummy, too," she said coolly, hiking her robes up to her knees and tying them in a knot behind her legs. Didn't need anything weighing her down for this.

ArianaBlack · 09-23-2020, 01:18 AM

Kiz gave her headmaster a proper pout. ”Why not?” Genuine question seeing as he was taking everyone’s wands and wandmakers knew lots of important things about those. So he probably should care. Not to mention, Mr. Not-So-Ollivander was super smart and said her wand was dangerous and special. So his general lack of interest was very puzzling.

Kiz turned around, full expecting Emmerson to be right behind her, only instead she witnessed Joshua Miller (the boy who Phoebe kissed even though he was stupid) falling into the… the… Whatever this was. She scrunched her nose at him all properly and—

O_________________________O

Kinsay’s eyes opened SO widely in horror as she watched Josh’s spit go flying towards her face in (what felt like) slow-motion. ”Ewwwwwwwwwwww!” Kinsay wasn’t normally loud nor did she usually get grossed out easily, but that was so gross!!! Luckily her hand (which she was still holding her nose) blocked his spat up sludge from landing in her mouth. But she still had sludge on her face now (and everywhere else because falling into sludge had that effect, despite landing on her feet—unlike some people). Everything was horrible.

She inched closer and closer to Emm, looking up at their Headmaster who hadn’t yet stepped inside. Wasn’t he coming?

It made very little se—HUH?

Kinsay looked around in shock. FIGHTING? This was horrible and even though she knew how to box, she wasn’t supposed to use it unless there was real danger. Though she wouldn’t openly protest in front of their Headmaster, she was relieved when Bernie spoke up and said something. It almost made up for the fact that the girl had stolen her wand in that first lesson. Almost.

Kizzy didn’t make a move right away. She didn’t want to fight a dummy because maybe they’d be worse, but she didn’t want to fight a fourth year. Or her best friend.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-23-2020, 03:06 PM

Josh had been expecting some form of physical labor...not a fist fight for detention. He couldn't really tell you which was worse either but he may have more confidence in his fighting abilities now that he had had some boxing training. Still did not mean that he was exactly happy about this. Sorry, Healer Recard...but might be making a second trip to see you.

Still wiping his eyes but still mostly blind to the muck despite his efforts to free his face from it all, Josh waved a hand to draw whatever attention to himself that he could. "I'd rather another person." If there was someone left. Fighting a dummy enchanted by the headmaster himself sounded like an awful idea.

DaniDiNardo · 09-24-2020, 12:20 AM

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Originally Posted by astrocat

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.

Another dummy came forth from the narrow passageway. Like the first, it merely stood before the girl, silent and expressionless.

It waited in the sludge and grime.

Your move.

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

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.

The dummy kept watching, not fooled by fake out tactics. They were charmed a particular way; they would react to contact.

If Song wanted a fight, she would have to bring it.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Yeah, Bernie had a brother, and yeah, she was always bragging about how he picked on her and made her tough and told her what DMs were on Twitter and yada yada. But truth be told? When they'd fought as kids, all they'd really done was wrestle a little, occassionally slap each other, and then call it a day and/or get the fight broken up by Dad. She'd NEVER fought her little sister, or any girl really, and was kind of feeling confused by these directions.

Plus, fighting dirty? It didn't seem the Gryffindor way. Bernie stared down at the muck, feeling glum and confused by Trent's direction. "I don't understaaaaand," she mumble-whined. "Sir. You're a Gryffindor. You're the HEAD Gryffindor. Gryffindors don't fight dirty. We have chivalry and stuff." Remember when whats-her-name had pushed Bernie into the pit during the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin day last year? Trent had awarded Bernie the points because THAT was fighting dirty.

Sniff sniff. She stared glumly at the Headmaster. "Godric Gryffindor didn't fight dirty." Bernie oughta know. He only challenged everyone in the castle, Trent included, to a duel like five times a day that year.

JUST SAYING. She crossed her arms and kicked at the muck, obviously pouting.

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

They were supposed to physically fight another classmate. In a pile of muck. Wihle Trent watched. The whole thing seemed absolutely ludicrous. Avalon half-expected to wake up from this nightmare, but the putrid odor of the dungeon reminded her that it wasn't a dream at all.

Well, if Trent was expecting her to actually fight another classmate, he had another thing coming for him. There was no way that was happening. She had never had a real fight with anyone in her life, and today was not going to be her first. "I'll have a dummy, too," she said coolly, hiking her robes up to her knees and tying them in a knot behind her legs. Didn't need anything weighing her down for this.

It took everything in him not to roll his eyes at the dramatics of this one. Honestly, his instructions were simple. There was no need for this.

"Get to work, or you'll sleep here." And that was all he'd say on that. She'd better hurry, lest she get stuck with a ~~demon~~ dummy.

Ew ew ew ew ew.

This couldn't be happening. Why did it feel like something was moving in this muck?? Ew ew ew ew ew!! Emm wanted to scream and pitch a fit, but Bernie's watered down protest was enough for her to see this was non-negotiable.

Her shoulders sunk. The girl was many things, but she was not a fighter. Her cousin had told her stories about the dummies, making them out of the question but what was a little girl to do when everyone was much bigger? Kizzy was an option but there was NO WAY she could hit her. It wasn't possible.

But Bernie.

Emmerson sidled closer, tugging on her sleeve when she was right up next to her. "Fight me?" She may or may not have been counting on all that "chivalry" the girl just mentioned, to let her win.

This one would've been here before to see the dummies in action in past lessons. To see her willingly taking on one was a sight but the dummy did move forward.

If it was a proper fight she wanted, it was a proper fight she'd get.

BanaBatGirl · 09-24-2020, 12:52 AM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Ew ew ew ew ew.

This couldn't be happening. Why did it feel like something was moving in this muck?? Ew ew ew ew ew!! Emm wanted to scream and pitch a fit, but Bernie's watered down protest was enough for her to see this was non-negotiable.

Her shoulders sunk. The girl was many things, but she was not a fighter. Her cousin had told her stories about the dummies, making them out of the question but what was a little girl to do when everyone was much bigger? Kizzy was an option but there was NO WAY she could hit her. It wasn't possible.

But Bernie.

Emmerson sidled closer, tugging on her sleeve when she was right up next to her. "Fight me?" She may or may not have been counting on all that "chivalry" the girl just mentioned, to let her win.

GeT tO wOrK, oR yOu'LL sLeEp HeRe. Yeah okay, Kale's dad. Bernie ROLLED HER EYES BIG TIME at him and looked around for a partner. Because she wasn't no Hufflepuff and she knew how these dummies operated: ruthlessly and tirelessly and they NEVER let you win. This Lion's eyes had just landed on Claudine (when had she slithered in?) when she felt a tug on her sleeve.

Oh... oh no... not a first year. Bernie groaned audibly. But she knew she had to say yes, because the first years were basically defenseless, and the big kids (like her) had to take care of them. "Okay," she agreed after a beat, leaning in to Emmerson and adding in a whisper, "but let's do it like they do in the WWE. Make it look real convincing and painful."

And without further ado, she threw an arm around Emmerson's neck to put her in a 'playful' headlock. Knowing this first year, she'd probably start screaming in 3...2...1...

ArianaBlack · 09-24-2020, 01:00 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Josh had been expecting some form of physical labor...not a fist fight for detention. He couldn't really tell you which was worse either but he may have more confidence in his fighting abilities now that he had had some boxing training. Still did not mean that he was exactly happy about this. Sorry, Healer Recard...but might be making a second trip to see you.

Still wiping his eyes but still mostly blind to the muck despite his efforts to free his face from it all, Josh waved a hand to draw whatever attention to himself that he could. "I'd rather another person." If there was someone left. Fighting a dummy enchanted by the headmaster himself sounded like an awful idea.

Oh he had drawn attention alright. But Kizzy didn't WANT to fight him. So she continued to look around for another potential partner. One who, hopefully, wouldn't be so much bigger than her.

When it was clear that everyone else had already paired off... Kinz realized she had no other choice. And so she look back to their Headmaster then to Joshua then to the Headmaster and then quietly sighed, before trying to make her way over to him.

"I'm tiny, but I'm strong." She warned him confidently, but in reality she wasn't feeling confident at all. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She was scared.

Fireheart · 09-24-2020, 01:20 AM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

This one would've been here before to see the dummies in action in past lessons. To see her willingly taking on one was a sight but the dummy did move forward.

If it was a proper fight she wanted, it was a proper fight she'd get.

Avalon felt a surge of guilt as the dummy rolled forward. Because she had chosen this way of fighting, little Kinsay had to fight Josh. A first year fighting a sixth year was totally unfair. And as a Prefect, she should have been looking out for the younger students. Was it too late to change her mind? Knowing Trent, absolutely. She considered offering a trade with the young Gryffindor. She'd suck it up and fight Josh if Kinsay didn't want to. But to be completely honest, Avalon didn't know if a dummy would be much better for Kinsay. They could be brutal.

She resigned herself to the fact that she would step in if things got too bad for the little ones. As for now, she had her own dummy to fight. She took a deep breath through her nostrils and stared the dummy down. The Ravenclaw knew nothing about fighting, especially without her wand. Should she go on the offensive or the defensive first? While her upper body strength was lacking, she did have a powerful kick to her. Perhaps a sweep to the legs would be a good first move? Without overthinking it, she went for it. Avalon leapt forward, dragging her leg through the muck as fast as she could. She swept it out in front of her (although it was slowed slightly by the density of the mud), aiming for the dummy's lower half.

astrocat · 09-24-2020, 02:41 AM

Ashley was starting to regret her life decisions. This was definitely something she could lose. But y'know, the best thing you could do in such a situation was stick it out and hope you didn't die. Maybe if she went to the hospital wing she could get out of this detention. Well, there was not really a point to this. Might as well speed it up. She walked up to the dummy and punched it right it the face really hard. She braced herself for what was about to come. Don't die don't die don't die don't get mortally wounded don't be stuck in the hospital for weeks.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-24-2020, 01:16 PM

Fight dirty?

Claudine glared at Trent. He meant that in both senses of the words, didn’t he? Whatever. She hadn’t ‘fought’ anyone by trashing them in DADA nor would she do it now. A judgmental look was cast at all the others who were teaming up to actually fight. What? Were they too chicken to take on the dummies? Yes, the girl knew the dummies could be more than a handful. Heath got a glare that would tell him that she thought he was being stupid for wanting someone to fight him. He himself didn’t even know how to fight, she was sure. As for Charlie, Claudine shot her a look of daggers. If she hurt Heath…

“I’ll take a dummy,’’ the girl told Trent. If it took a while to defeat the thing, then fine. There was enough pent up frustration and rage that she wanted to get out, anyway.

DaniDiNardo · 09-24-2020, 02:31 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

GeT tO wOrK, oR yOu'LL sLeEp HeRe. Yeah okay, Kale's dad. Bernie ROLLED HER EYES BIG TIME at him and looked around for a partner. Because she wasn't no Hufflepuff and she knew how these dummies operated: ruthlessly and tirelessly and they NEVER let you win. This Lion's eyes had just landed on Claudine (when had she slithered in?) when she felt a tug on her sleeve.

Oh... oh no... not a first year. Bernie groaned audibly. But she knew she had to say yes, because the first years were basically defenseless, and the big kids (like her) had to take care of them. "Okay," she agreed after a beat, leaning in to Emmerson and adding in a whisper, "but let's do it like they do in the WWE. Make it look real convincing and painful."

And without further ado, she threw an arm around Emmerson's neck to put her in a 'playful' headlock. Knowing this first year, she'd probably start screaming in 3...2...1...

Preeeeetty ambitious of Bernadette to assume Emmerson would wait until the metaphoric count of three. Emm was already convinced she was about to be beaten senseless. Add to that the fact she had NO IDEA what WWE was and you had a girl in real life panic by the time her housemate put her arm around her neck.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

She didn't wanna be in detention anymore. She wanted her mama, she wanted her daddy, she wanted Fox and grandpa and the safety of the Manor or Stark School. Emm screamed again, trying to shove Bernie away from her before the older girl had the chance to snap her like a twig and ran out laughing maniacally.

What a time to be one of the smallest in the room.

To say it took several moments for the First Year to realize she was not actually being choked would've been...an understatement....--but she DID realize and did calm down....a little. Still screaming. Always screaming, but she did try to wrap her arms around Bernie's middle.

The muck was making movement more difficult than it needed to be.

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

Avalon felt a surge of guilt as the dummy rolled forward. Because she had chosen this way of fighting, little Kinsay had to fight Josh. A first year fighting a sixth year was totally unfair. And as a Prefect, she should have been looking out for the younger students. Was it too late to change her mind? Knowing Trent, absolutely. She considered offering a trade with the young Gryffindor. She'd suck it up and fight Josh if Kinsay didn't want to. But to be completely honest, Avalon didn't know if a dummy would be much better for Kinsay. They could be brutal.

She resigned herself to the fact that she would step in if things got too bad for the little ones. As for now, she had her own dummy to fight. She took a deep breath through her nostrils and stared the dummy down. The Ravenclaw knew nothing about fighting, especially without her wand. Should she go on the offensive or the defensive first? While her upper body strength was lacking, she did have a powerful kick to her. Perhaps a sweep to the legs would be a good first move? Without overthinking it, she went for it. Avalon leapt forward, dragging her leg through the muck as fast as she could. She swept it out in front of her (although it was slowed slightly by the density of the mud), aiming for the dummy's lower half.

There was a very real reason the Headmaster typically made the students fight the dummies with magical rather than physical force. These bad boys were solid--had to be to withstand whatever activity they were needed for.

There was a loud C L U N K when the girl's foot connected with the dummy but being the non-living object it was, it felt nothing of the blow.

Rather than flinch, the dummy grabbed firmly to the Prefect's leg, hoisted her up and tossed her down into the ...Merlin knew what that substance was.

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Ashley was starting to regret her life decisions. This was definitely something she could lose. But y'know, the best thing you could do in such a situation was stick it out and hope you didn't die. Maybe if she went to the hospital wing she could get out of this detention. Well, there was not really a point to this. Might as well speed it up. She walked up to the dummy and punched it right it the face really hard. She braced herself for what was about to come. Don't die don't die don't die don't get mortally wounded don't be stuck in the hospital for weeks.

Quite the tall girl to be able to land a punch in the dummy's face. If only the dummy was impressed--or affected at all. The unliving dummy didn't so much as flinch, but being as solid as it was, the little girl might have depending on how hard she punched.

The dummy's knee lifted the moment she got close enough, aiming for the Ravenclaw's stomach with an unnecessary amount of force that if it made contact could prove rather painful.

Perhaps she should've picked a classmate.

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Fight dirty?

Claudine glared at Trent. He meant that in both senses of the words, didn’t he? Whatever. She hadn’t ‘fought’ anyone by trashing them in DADA nor would she do it now. A judgmental look was cast at all the others who were teaming up to actually fight. What? Were they too chicken to take on the dummies? Yes, the girl knew the dummies could be more than a handful. Heath got a glare that would tell him that she thought he was being stupid for wanting someone to fight him. He himself didn’t even know how to fight, she was sure. As for Charlie, Claudine shot her a look of daggers. If she hurt Heath…

“I’ll take a dummy,’’ the girl told Trent. If it took a while to defeat the thing, then fine. There was enough pent up frustration and rage that she wanted to get out, anyway.

A bit of time was awful optimistic. Nevermind that, the dummy moved forward into the smelly substance of the detention room. If the girl had chosen this fate, there would be no protest here.

It stood, as the others had, and waited.

astrocat · 09-24-2020, 03:03 PM

Ouch. Her hand hurt. What were these things made of? She only had time to think that before she was very painfully kneed in the ribs. Rude. At least she hadn't broken a rib. She let out a sharp breath and ducked to the other side of the dummy. They were kicking each other now huh? She strongly but unhopefully kicked the back of the dummy's knees. How long would it take for her to be down? Probably not long. But hitting someone in the back was easier than hitting them in the stomach.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-26-2020, 12:20 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

A bit of time was awful optimistic. Nevermind that, the dummy moved forward into the smelly substance of the detention room. If the girl had chosen this fate, there would be no protest here.

It stood, as the others had, and waited.

So um…

The dummy was just going to stand there like a statue now? A statue-dummy? A dummy-statue? Claudine eyed the thing suspiciously in case it decided to, for whatever reason, attack her as she pondered on what to do next. Honestly, she wasn’t good at actually fighting but perhaps the anger in her could help.

Without thinking much of anything after that, Claudine raised her fists and quickly brought the right one out in a punch directed at the dummy’s middle.

Surprise, dummy! You stupid thing exactly like Trent...

Fireheart · 09-26-2020, 02:08 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

There was a very real reason the Headmaster typically made the students fight the dummies with magical rather than physical force. These bad boys were solid--had to be to withstand whatever activity they were needed for.

There was a loud C L U N K when the girl's foot connected with the dummy but being the non-living object it was, it felt nothing of the blow.

Rather than flinch, the dummy grabbed firmly to the Prefect's leg, hoisted her up and tossed her down into the ...Merlin knew what that substance was.

A searing pain traveled up her leg as her foot slammed into the dummy's lower half. "OUCH!!!" She reached down instinctively to grab it, but she didn't have time, as the dummy was lifting her into the air. Avalon flailed, completely upside down, trying to get out of its grip. But it was too strong for her. Upon its toss, the Ravenclaw tumbled head first into the muck.

Groaning in disgust, she managed to push herself back up to a standing position. She wrung out her hair, which was now dripping with the substance, and wiped her eyes. Yeah, she was going to have to take approximately five showers in a row after this.

Avalon wanted to take a deep breath to regroup, but the air smelled so putrid that she couldn't bring herself. A punch only seemed like a definite way to break her hand. These dummies were strong. So she bent her right arm and lunged toward the dummy, sending an elbow jab to its neck.

MadMadamMalfoy · 09-27-2020, 09:04 AM

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Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson

Charlie stepped into the room and felt the mud sing into her shoes with a smoosh noise. It took everything in her to not gag at the thick muck in her shoes. She would do anything to get out of here. This was worse than just a Saturday detention. Who was this Trent that had sent them to a mud pit to... fight to the death basically. She didn’t know she was now Spartacus or who ever that was.

She had to hold back the snicker that she wanted to let escape when Trent told Aboli that bleeding might be fore realism for her. She turned hearing she had to do whatever necessary to win. Well she’d rather go against a person than a dummy that didn’t maybe have logic. Spotting Heath she pushed her feet through the muck smiling a big sweet grin. “Heath, want to partner up?” If her charms got her the win she didn’t care. She had to fight the urge to yell at the Headmaster to see if they could leave once they won. No need to anger the headmaster for no reason.

Yet, there was Bernie talking about how Gryffindor have chilvary and stuff. She mumbled as quietly as she could “Speak for yourself” She’d do what she had to do so she could be clean and not in a mud filled room with this angry head of house.

Heath had no idea who, if anyone, was going to be his partner, but he secretly hoped he wouldn't have to fight a girl or a first year. His heart sank when Charlie took him up on his offer, though he dared not show any emotion. The thought crossed his mind to turn her down, but as he looked around, he saw that most everyone else had already paired up except… He caught the glare Claudine gave him and returned it with a determined look that said, I have a plan. Fighting another person would most likely mean less serious injury, and if nothing else, it bought him some time to watch the dummies in action and formulate a strategy, in case he had to go up against one later on.

Panic gripped him as he heard Claudine say she’d fight a dummy. No, Claudine! It's a trap! He thought, but it was too late. She could die facing one of those things, and if she did, it would be his fault! But he couldn’t allow himself to wallow in guilt. The best thing he could do for her (and everyone else) now was to win his fight with Charlie and tell Professor Recard what happened the moment he got out of here! He hardly expected her to stop the fighting, but if she knew what was coming, she may be able to stop anyone from dying of their injuries.

“Fine,” Heath said, nodding grimly, his expression impassive in the face of Charlie's smile. His dark eyes surveyed her up and down, as if sizing her up. Although he had no choice but to fight dirty, there was no reason he couldn't fight smart too. Use common sense and strategy, like the headmaster would’ve wanted… you know, before his random face-heel turn. An idea occurred to him. He didn’t want to fight a girl at all, let alone throw the first punch! His all-Gryffindor family would never let him hear the end of it if he did! Chivalry and all that, just like Bernie said…

Maybe he could provoke Charlie into attacking him first… get her on his own terms so he could end this quickly. He picked up a handful of the… substance and threw it at her face. I’m so sorry, Charlie! For that and everything else that’s about to happen, he thought. I’m only doing this to save our lives...

kayquilz · 09-27-2020, 07:49 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

The dummy kept watching, not fooled by fake out tactics. They were charmed a particular way; they would react to contact.

If Song wanted a fight, she would have to bring it.

Well fine, dummy. Fake-outs didn't.

Aboli felt exasperated by this all of the sudden and held her fists in front of her like a proper muggle fight would call for, and she aimed one right for its gut, using her legs to hop back in case it retaliated, she didn't make contact...or everything in between. And she kept her hands in FRONT of her face to block it from any blows that could come that way. Better to be hit in the stomach or anywhere else than the FACE. Wasn't that the first rule of fighting? All of the television she had watched over the years had at least taught her that.

What she did NOT realize, however, was that if she did manage to make fist contact with the dummy, it would very much hurt her knuckles. Ouch. It was HARD.

BanaBatGirl · 09-27-2020, 11:43 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Preeeeetty ambitious of Bernadette to assume Emmerson would wait until the metaphoric count of three. Emm was already convinced she was about to be beaten senseless. Add to that the fact she had NO IDEA what WWE was and you had a girl in real life panic by the time her housemate put her arm around her neck.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

She didn't wanna be in detention anymore. She wanted her mama, she wanted her daddy, she wanted Fox and grandpa and the safety of the Manor or Stark School. Emm screamed again, trying to shove Bernie away from her before the older girl had the chance to snap her like a twig and ran out laughing maniacally.

What a time to be one of the smallest in the room.

To say it took several moments for the First Year to realize she was not actually being choked would've been...an understatement....--but she DID realize and did calm down....a little. Still screaming. Always screaming, but she did try to wrap her arms around Bernie's middle.

The muck was making movement more difficult than it needed to be.

There it was. A bit earlier than Bernie's imagined countdown, but screeches of injury came from Emmerson's mouth nonetheless. Bernie tried her best to spin E in a showy circle, as though she REALLY had her, but the girl was grabbing at her middle and Bernadette was FAIRLY TICKLISH so it was kind of difficult.

She pretended to be punching Emmerson in the torso next. "Just act like you're taking a few hits to the gut," she continued whispering instructions in the little Gryffindor's ear. "Then, you can get me and push me down into the muck and I'll pretend to drown!"

Totally a foolproof plan. Totally going to convince Trent to let Emmerson out of detention first. The firstie could thank Bernie later, after she had a nice long bath and a LOT of candy.

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