"𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜? 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞."
"𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫."
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detention
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THE DUNGEON WAS FREEZING, something Monroe should've probably expected, it was eight o'clock at night and it was the beginning of October - and well, it was a literal dungeon. But she still regretted not changing out of her school skirt and leaving her cloak in her dorm.
"You both shall be here for a hour, organise the ingredients, clean the cauldrons - just be useful and I won't add another week onto your detention. And no use of magic." Slughorn said with boredom riddling his voice as he spoke to Monroe and James, both of their faces static and annoyed as they looked at the floor - the Professor rolled his eyes at the pair, since they were in first year their fists in for each other had been common knowledge even among teachers. The man decided to leave them to their brooding, taking large strides out of the room as he left them to it.
James was the first to make a move, the boy walking around the desk her was standing behind as he bangs to clear the shelf of the ingredients that had been haphazardly thrown onto it in an attempt to reorganise them as Monroe simply sat down on one of the desks and stifled another yawn. She still hadn't gotten any sleep.
James looked at Monroe with raised eyebrows, "You're not doing anything?" He asked.
Monroe looked at him like he had three heads, "You are?"
James shook his head and chuckled at the girl and he turned around and refocused where he was alphabetically sorting the magical herbs, "C'mon, Taylor. The least you could do is straighten up the books on the shelf." He said, nodding his head towards the shelf that looked like it had a cyclone rip through it.
"Potter, I'm not in the mood for this right now, okay?" Monroe groaned, "I got two hours of sleep, all I want is tea and a fag."
"Comprise with me here, Taylor," James squeezed his eyes, "I'll do all the dirty work, scrub the bloody cauldrons and organise the bugs if you just straighten up the books so Slughorn doesn't give us more detention," when he noticed the stone look on her face still he relented, "fine. If you go I'll answer one question you ask me - anything you want with complete honesty."
Monroe rolled her eyes as she hopped off of the desk and wandered over to the book case muttering something along the lines of 'well if you're just going to bitch about it' under her breath as she did so. James didn't quip back though, he felt somewhat bad for the girl, she seemed and looked exhausted.
