[Second Year Drabble: EEL, the Meeting]
Anora trudged into the classroom she had been instructed to arrive at promptly at half past seven. A satisfied smirk returned to her face as she remembered the events that had taken place that afternoon. Detention was worth it when it meant that Olivia had been knocked out by a crying Mandrake baby, only to fall in a pile of fertilizer. Anything was worth replaying that moment in her mind for years to come, according to her. However, apparently it was considered a 'dangerous' action, and Anora was now awaiting the verdict from… the Librarian? What was up with this? Anora was used to having detention with her Head of House, this was really weird.
"Excuse me?" she asked, an inquisitive expression on her face , as she entered the room. "Is this where I'm supposed to be for detention? It said--"
"Ahh, and you must be Miss Anora Bertrade," the woman said. "Yes, your Herbology professor told me that I should put the two of you in one detention, and perhaps you could learn something from one another, of course by that I mean, something that will deter the other from committing these dangerous..pranks!" Anora could tell she was more than a little flustered.
However, she wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'the two of you,' she hadn't seen anyone else in the room when she came in. But when she looked towards the back of the classroom, she spotted the other occupant of the room. A boy, older than her by the looks of it, and he appeared to be asleep. She wondered what he'd done to get detention, probably not as something as ingenious and awesome as what she'd done. Sure, she was a little egotistical about the pranks she pulled, but she had a good reason to be.
Her musings were cut short when Madam Noire suddenly clapped her hands together. "Well, now that the two of you have arrived," she paused to let out an exasperated sigh, "And would you kindly wake up, Mister DeLouise!" She bustled towards him and grabbed him momentarily by the ear, giving it a rough shake. The boy slowly raised his head up from his arms, which had been resting on the desk. He gave a great yawn, folded his arms behind his head and said, "Well Noire, as fascinating as detention is, I'm used to a much more exciting lifestyle, and bore rather easily when it comes to waiting around,"
Anora found herself laughing quietly to herself at this stranger's antics. She'd certainly never seen anybody quite like him before. Noire turned sharply towards her, "And Miss Bertrade, I'm not so certain that you should be finding this sort of delinquency amusing, although I'm not so surprised, either. Clearly your morals are questionable considering the danger you placed your fellow student in this afternoon." Taylor raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and wondered what this girl could've possibly done to endanger other students. Anora had to refrain from rolling her eyes. Obviously Anora, the twelve year old with a mass of blonde curls, was an immediate threat to the general public and should be detained forthwith! Actually, at twelve, Anora had already managed to figure out most of the secret passageways in the school, and was balancing schoolwork and pranking so as to get the best experience from both worlds. Lethe clicked her tongue disapprovingly, "And you, Mister DeLouise, you should know by now that stealing garments from your fellow House members and feeding them to the giant squid is strictly prohibited." Taylor had no retaliation now but to wipe tears of laughter from his eyes as he remembered that day's victory. "Oh come on Noirey, I was doing the student body a favour by tossing Boyko's cape into the lake," he grinned.
Now, Anora had no clue as to whom this Boyko was, but if he wore a cape, he was probably a loser. She couldn't help but be impressed, and was wishing that Noire would just go ahead and give them their detentions already so she could actually talk to this boy. As if on cue with her thoughts, Noire clapped her hands together once more. "All right, well as I'm sure you are both eager to hear what you will be doing for me tonight, I shant keep you waiting any longer. The two of you will be writing a foot-long essay on the dangers of your respective actions, and handing it into me before you leave, and I don't care how long it takes. I have to return to the library, but I am going to lock the door behind me, and I will check back in one hour to monitor your progress. Good luck!" she waved cheerily at them before exiting the room and locking them in with a soft *click* of a Locking Charm.
Anora groaned as she sat down at a table close to where Taylor was sitting. "What a fantastic way to spend a Thursday," Taylor nodded in agreement, and then after a moment of deliberating, grabbed the quill and parchment Noire had set before him and migrated over to where Anora was sitting, seating himself sideways so that he was facing her. "So, what'd you do?" he asked casually, as if they were inmates discussing their respective crimes. Taylor could tell she was a younger year, but probably no younger than one year. Had she been older than him, he probably would have been turning on his irresistible charm, but he was much too curious at that moment in time to focus on that aspect of himself.
Anora grinned at the question, "Well, there's a certain mortal enemy of mine. I don't know what year you're in, so I don't know if you'd know Olivia Rosenberg. But she's a complete bint and she hexed me yesterday so in Herbology today we were replanting Mandrakes, only baby ones so they weren't dangerous. Anyways, I levitated her earmuffs off of her head and she passed out and landed in a pile of fertilizer. She'll be smelling like a fine bouquet of dung for a few days at least!" Classic, Taylor thought, and said so. "And I'm a third year. As Noirey told you," he motioned towards the door, "I'm Taylor DeLouise," he half-expected her to have heard of him, he was after all, already a legend at Hogwarts, (according to him, anyways.) He flashed her a suave grin. Anora laughed, "I'm Anora, Bertrade. Second year." Taylor wondered why he'd never seen her before, he'd never forgotten a pretty face, he was sure he would've remembered her. "What House are you in?" he asked her.
"Gryffindor,"
"I'm a Hufflepuff,"
"What did you do to get detention?"
"Well my dear, it is a daring tale of bravery, wit, and a great deal of genius, provided by myself, of course." He cleared his throat dramatically.
"You may or may not be familiar with a certain ponce named Boyko Phobos. He's a total failure of a human being, and oh yes, he wears a cape," he paused to allow room for Anora to laugh, which she did at the confirmation that someone actually wore a cape as an everyday piece of attire. He continued, "Well, on this particular afternoon I was wondering to myself, what Boyko would do if he no longer had possession of his most prized possession, so I stole my mate Derek's broom and fed his cape to the giant squid."
"Very impressive," Anora said, very much in awe of the prank. It took another pranker to truly appreciate the art and the effort that went into each individual prank. "It was a thing of brilliance," Taylor said dreamily. The two of them talked for a while longer about pranks they'd pulled, pranks they wanted to pull, and whom they'd like to prank. Anora promised to show Taylor the secret passageways she'd discovered on her exploits and he promised to show her the ones that he had discovered. After an hour, the blank essays lay completely forgotten, and both were surprised when Noire bustled back into the room with an expectant look. "All right, now I presume you have finished your essays by--" she spotted the still-empty pieces of parchment. "Good heavens!" she exclaimed. "Just what have you been doing this entire time?"
"Nothing, only plotting the demise of the Wizarding World as we know it," Anora chided, grinning cheekily. Noire shot her an indignant look, "Well, in that case I'll have to come back in another hour and see if you've finally decided to take this detention seriously," she replied, closing the door behind her with the all-too familiar click of the Locking Charm.
"Bugger," said Taylor. "I don't suppose there's anyway I could bribe you into writing my essay for me?" he asked, giving her one of his most charming grins. Anora raised an eyebrow in response. "Depends on what's in it for me,"
Taylor thought for a moment, and then came up with a brilliant trade-off. "Well, all right. Seeing as I am a third year and you are but a mere second year," Anora took this moment to interrupt with a roll of her eyes. “I have access to a certain village. And as I am sure you are aware, this certain village is home to a certain joke shop. I could possibly, supply you with certain items from this certain joke shop. If, that is, you agree to write a certain essay for me," he grinned slyly, pushing his piece of parchment towards her. Despite the abuse of the word 'certain', Anora caught the main idea of the wager. She took the parchment from him. "Deal," she said, and began to write her way, and his, out of detention for the night. They continued to talk as she wrote, about random things from hobbies to where they lived and what they liked to do during the summer. At the end of their second hour, Anora finished both essays, with a little dictatorial help from Taylor on what he would say and how his writing was. When Noire re-entered the room, each handed in their respective essays into her with matching smirks, and were finally allowed to leave. "Well, I must say, I am very glad to have been in detention tonight," Taylor said, once they were safely in the hallway. "And now, I must take my leave, for I have a shoe to throw at Boyko's head for making me have to go to detention in the first place. I will see you later, and don't worry, I shall have your end of the wager in due time," and with a small bow and a tip of his imaginary hat, he dashed off down the hall. Anora laughed to herself as she began walking in the direction of her own Common Room. That had definitely been the most fun she’d had in detention all year, if not ever. She was certain she would be seeing a lot more of Taylor DeLouise from now on.
"Excuse me?" she asked, an inquisitive expression on her face , as she entered the room. "Is this where I'm supposed to be for detention? It said--"
"Ahh, and you must be Miss Anora Bertrade," the woman said. "Yes, your Herbology professor told me that I should put the two of you in one detention, and perhaps you could learn something from one another, of course by that I mean, something that will deter the other from committing these dangerous..pranks!" Anora could tell she was more than a little flustered.
However, she wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'the two of you,' she hadn't seen anyone else in the room when she came in. But when she looked towards the back of the classroom, she spotted the other occupant of the room. A boy, older than her by the looks of it, and he appeared to be asleep. She wondered what he'd done to get detention, probably not as something as ingenious and awesome as what she'd done. Sure, she was a little egotistical about the pranks she pulled, but she had a good reason to be.
Her musings were cut short when Madam Noire suddenly clapped her hands together. "Well, now that the two of you have arrived," she paused to let out an exasperated sigh, "And would you kindly wake up, Mister DeLouise!" She bustled towards him and grabbed him momentarily by the ear, giving it a rough shake. The boy slowly raised his head up from his arms, which had been resting on the desk. He gave a great yawn, folded his arms behind his head and said, "Well Noire, as fascinating as detention is, I'm used to a much more exciting lifestyle, and bore rather easily when it comes to waiting around,"
Anora found herself laughing quietly to herself at this stranger's antics. She'd certainly never seen anybody quite like him before. Noire turned sharply towards her, "And Miss Bertrade, I'm not so certain that you should be finding this sort of delinquency amusing, although I'm not so surprised, either. Clearly your morals are questionable considering the danger you placed your fellow student in this afternoon." Taylor raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and wondered what this girl could've possibly done to endanger other students. Anora had to refrain from rolling her eyes. Obviously Anora, the twelve year old with a mass of blonde curls, was an immediate threat to the general public and should be detained forthwith! Actually, at twelve, Anora had already managed to figure out most of the secret passageways in the school, and was balancing schoolwork and pranking so as to get the best experience from both worlds. Lethe clicked her tongue disapprovingly, "And you, Mister DeLouise, you should know by now that stealing garments from your fellow House members and feeding them to the giant squid is strictly prohibited." Taylor had no retaliation now but to wipe tears of laughter from his eyes as he remembered that day's victory. "Oh come on Noirey, I was doing the student body a favour by tossing Boyko's cape into the lake," he grinned.
Now, Anora had no clue as to whom this Boyko was, but if he wore a cape, he was probably a loser. She couldn't help but be impressed, and was wishing that Noire would just go ahead and give them their detentions already so she could actually talk to this boy. As if on cue with her thoughts, Noire clapped her hands together once more. "All right, well as I'm sure you are both eager to hear what you will be doing for me tonight, I shant keep you waiting any longer. The two of you will be writing a foot-long essay on the dangers of your respective actions, and handing it into me before you leave, and I don't care how long it takes. I have to return to the library, but I am going to lock the door behind me, and I will check back in one hour to monitor your progress. Good luck!" she waved cheerily at them before exiting the room and locking them in with a soft *click* of a Locking Charm.
Anora groaned as she sat down at a table close to where Taylor was sitting. "What a fantastic way to spend a Thursday," Taylor nodded in agreement, and then after a moment of deliberating, grabbed the quill and parchment Noire had set before him and migrated over to where Anora was sitting, seating himself sideways so that he was facing her. "So, what'd you do?" he asked casually, as if they were inmates discussing their respective crimes. Taylor could tell she was a younger year, but probably no younger than one year. Had she been older than him, he probably would have been turning on his irresistible charm, but he was much too curious at that moment in time to focus on that aspect of himself.
Anora grinned at the question, "Well, there's a certain mortal enemy of mine. I don't know what year you're in, so I don't know if you'd know Olivia Rosenberg. But she's a complete bint and she hexed me yesterday so in Herbology today we were replanting Mandrakes, only baby ones so they weren't dangerous. Anyways, I levitated her earmuffs off of her head and she passed out and landed in a pile of fertilizer. She'll be smelling like a fine bouquet of dung for a few days at least!" Classic, Taylor thought, and said so. "And I'm a third year. As Noirey told you," he motioned towards the door, "I'm Taylor DeLouise," he half-expected her to have heard of him, he was after all, already a legend at Hogwarts, (according to him, anyways.) He flashed her a suave grin. Anora laughed, "I'm Anora, Bertrade. Second year." Taylor wondered why he'd never seen her before, he'd never forgotten a pretty face, he was sure he would've remembered her. "What House are you in?" he asked her.
"Gryffindor,"
"I'm a Hufflepuff,"
"What did you do to get detention?"
"Well my dear, it is a daring tale of bravery, wit, and a great deal of genius, provided by myself, of course." He cleared his throat dramatically.
"You may or may not be familiar with a certain ponce named Boyko Phobos. He's a total failure of a human being, and oh yes, he wears a cape," he paused to allow room for Anora to laugh, which she did at the confirmation that someone actually wore a cape as an everyday piece of attire. He continued, "Well, on this particular afternoon I was wondering to myself, what Boyko would do if he no longer had possession of his most prized possession, so I stole my mate Derek's broom and fed his cape to the giant squid."
"Very impressive," Anora said, very much in awe of the prank. It took another pranker to truly appreciate the art and the effort that went into each individual prank. "It was a thing of brilliance," Taylor said dreamily. The two of them talked for a while longer about pranks they'd pulled, pranks they wanted to pull, and whom they'd like to prank. Anora promised to show Taylor the secret passageways she'd discovered on her exploits and he promised to show her the ones that he had discovered. After an hour, the blank essays lay completely forgotten, and both were surprised when Noire bustled back into the room with an expectant look. "All right, now I presume you have finished your essays by--" she spotted the still-empty pieces of parchment. "Good heavens!" she exclaimed. "Just what have you been doing this entire time?"
"Nothing, only plotting the demise of the Wizarding World as we know it," Anora chided, grinning cheekily. Noire shot her an indignant look, "Well, in that case I'll have to come back in another hour and see if you've finally decided to take this detention seriously," she replied, closing the door behind her with the all-too familiar click of the Locking Charm.
"Bugger," said Taylor. "I don't suppose there's anyway I could bribe you into writing my essay for me?" he asked, giving her one of his most charming grins. Anora raised an eyebrow in response. "Depends on what's in it for me,"
Taylor thought for a moment, and then came up with a brilliant trade-off. "Well, all right. Seeing as I am a third year and you are but a mere second year," Anora took this moment to interrupt with a roll of her eyes. “I have access to a certain village. And as I am sure you are aware, this certain village is home to a certain joke shop. I could possibly, supply you with certain items from this certain joke shop. If, that is, you agree to write a certain essay for me," he grinned slyly, pushing his piece of parchment towards her. Despite the abuse of the word 'certain', Anora caught the main idea of the wager. She took the parchment from him. "Deal," she said, and began to write her way, and his, out of detention for the night. They continued to talk as she wrote, about random things from hobbies to where they lived and what they liked to do during the summer. At the end of their second hour, Anora finished both essays, with a little dictatorial help from Taylor on what he would say and how his writing was. When Noire re-entered the room, each handed in their respective essays into her with matching smirks, and were finally allowed to leave. "Well, I must say, I am very glad to have been in detention tonight," Taylor said, once they were safely in the hallway. "And now, I must take my leave, for I have a shoe to throw at Boyko's head for making me have to go to detention in the first place. I will see you later, and don't worry, I shall have your end of the wager in due time," and with a small bow and a tip of his imaginary hat, he dashed off down the hall. Anora laughed to herself as she began walking in the direction of her own Common Room. That had definitely been the most fun she’d had in detention all year, if not ever. She was certain she would be seeing a lot more of Taylor DeLouise from now on.