Sanguine and the Order of the Phoenix

The Secret Room and the Detentions

The Secret Room and the Detentions

'That was probably the worst lesson ever,' Mephala, a seventh year Slytherin, complained as he threw himself onto a squishy cream sofa, not dissimilar (or at least, Sanguine assumed) to the ones in his manor.

'I hate my house,' Vaermina hissed. Sanguine couldn't help but snort, because the prince of omens and nightmares was a really short Hufflepuff, and he found it hilarious. The aforementioned Daedra flicked Mephala in the forehead until she shifted, grumbling, to make room. Sanguine took a cautious seat beside Sheo, who was smirking - never a good sign; he didn't even need to ask Vaermina on that one.

'I heard a nice little rumour,' he began, 'that Namira's pet has blood quills.' How he'd heard that on their second day was beyond Sanguine, but he nodded, encouraging the insane Ravenclaw to continue. 'For detentions. It would be a shame though, if a few people were put in detention with her, wouldn't it?' Sanguine definitely liked this plan.

'Molag and Boethiah have detention with her tonight,' Sanguine mused. 'That'll be interesting. Potter and Malfoy have DADA last. Might be able to get one of them in trouble.'

'I hope my whole house get detention,' Vaermina growled, readjusting her sleeves.

'Septima Weasley!' Mephala exclaimed, using Vaermina's mortal name, to her disgust. 'Why do you have so much hatred for your own house?' With a dirty look and a rather violent string of cussing, the readhead sat back down to sulk, muttering quietly about being "a disappointment to the family".

'Speaking of family,' Mephala muttered, turning to Sanguine, 'how are Hestia and Flora?' Her genuine attachment to his younger twin "sisters" never ceased to fascinate the other Daedra, who had no way of relating to her on that part, and had formed no real bonds with others (although Molag got along surprisingly well with McGonagall, and Hermaeus with Snape. Malacath and Luna had an odd affinity, although he was the only one who had been surprised).

'Fine,' Sanguine lied. 'Okay. Probably. Not a peep from them.' He mimed zipping his lips shut. Unfortunately for him, Clavicus was the one who kept an eye on them, and Namira watched out for them in the hallways - Sanguine really had no idea who they were, other than how they were identical and a year or two below him.

'I hate you all,' Hermaeus announced, storming through the double doors. Surprised, Vaermina yelped and almost sat on Mephala's head, resulting in the pair arguing and threatening each other. There were mentions of an Oblivion Crisis 2.0 ('one that'll actually work - Mehrunes did an awful job') and the Dragonborn was mentioned several times, but Sanguine had lost interest, and was also ten minutes late to Transfiguration.

He wasn't particularly bothered by the detention and lost house points, regardless of the glares he was getting. He had this class with the Ravenclaws, which meant a grand old hour (or forty five minutes) with Meridia and Sheogorath.

'I want to trigger him,' Meridia muttered, a smirk playing on her lips. 'Oi. Jygglag!' she said, just loud enough for him to hear.

'If you call me that again,' Sheogorath said, voice increasing in volume, 'you'll have an angry immortal playing jump rope with your entrails.' Certainly used to his odd behaviour (albeit not enough to disregard the situation entirely), McGonagall issued a slightly exasperated detention. Out of sixteen Daedric princes, Sanguine could count at least six of them who now had a detention: Molag and Boethiah got one for fighting at breakfast; Azura went a little overboard with the lumos and nox charms and had temporarily blinded her classmates; Hircine had set loose several Hippogriffs on his unfortunate CoMC professor; Vaermina had hexed three Hufflepuffs, and Sheogorath had threatened to use Meridia's guts as a skipping rope. The year was progressing well.