Comments | after_survivor: Friday 27 September, 7pm. Hooch's office. Detention for Harry and Neville.

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Friday 27 September, 7pm. Hooch's office. Detention for Harry and Neville.

Jan 21, 2006 21:49

Once lessons were over for the day, Hooch begins to pay some thought to the evening ahead of her, and in particular the detention she has meted out to Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom. She visits her office and surveys it with a thoughtful eye. As always, it's a little small and cramped, but if she shuffles that bookcase there along a little bit ( Read more... )

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justharry1 January 21 2006, 15:08:52 UTC

A pout graced Harry's lips as he approached Professor Hooch's office. He shrugged it off and sighed before knocking on the door and poking his head inside the room.

"Ma'am," he says.

hawkeyed_hooch January 21 2006, 15:32:32 UTC

"Ah, Mr Potter." Hooch nods gravely in his direction, though her look is not unkind. "Why don't you sit yourself down over there at the table and we'll wait for Mr Longbottom to join us?"

justharry1 January 21 2006, 18:40:18 UTC

"Yes Ma'am," he says resignedly. He takes a seat at the table and begins his favorite mental past time: considering different possible pranks to pull on Dudley. His current favorite is to suggest that Dudley, by a miracle of magic, is now allergic to sweets.

only_neville January 21 2006, 22:29:36 UTC

Oh, he had forgotten all about detention with Prof. Hooch. Neville ran. Damn why was he never on time?

Out of breath, he leaned against the door just before he knocked.

hawkeyed_hooch January 22 2006, 02:05:21 UTC

"Come in, Mr Longbottom," calls Hooch, catching a glimpse of his uniform as he lifts his arm to knock on the half-open door. "We were just waiting for you."

only_neville January 22 2006, 12:32:47 UTC

Still somewhat breathless Neville said, "Um...Hello," as he walked into the room.

hawkeyed_hooch January 22 2006, 13:47:37 UTC

Hooch gives him much the same stern but kindly look that she gave Harry a few minutes earlier. "Sit yourself at the writing table next to Mr Potter please, and get your breath back. Then I'll explain your task for this evening to you both."

She picks up her quill and twirls it idly between her fingers, letting the feather plume tap-tap-tap gently on a stack of blank parchment on her desk.

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