I Got Bored
Reminder: I'm selling off some Transformers toys.
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Nima has previously appeared in City of Marrow, if you're wondering who she is.
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So far, Jee had learned a good amount of things since his unexpected arrival at 'Hogwarts'. For one thing, being sixteen years old again put his temper on a hair-trigger. Combined with his experience and training, he fought more violently than he ever had when he actually was a teenager or that he bothered to as an adult.
Another thing he learned was that people did not think the children in the House of Fire should be blatantly involved with children in the House of Earth.
Gryffindor and Slytherin, he corrected himself. Use their proper names, not their allegiance colors.
Still and all. You would think they had cross-House romances before he and Nima came along. Certainly they were all of the same nation, and wasn't that far more important than where they bunked?
Evidently not, because he was sitting detention with Umbridge for 'excessive intimacy' with Nima. Or, rather, the suspicion of such, since he'd shoved Nima into a closet that had promptly vanished right before Umbridge caught them. He hadn't been able to hide where her paint had rubbed off on him in their kisses, though, not in time to avoid punishment.
He hated being punished for passion with a beautiful Fire lass.
The desk he was sitting in was uncomfortable. Jee had enough experience with superiors and their little powerplay tricks to recognize the desk was designed to be uncomfortable. There was a scroll, because evidently these people hadn't learned how to cut individual sheets of paper yet. There was a long, thin black quill with a sharp point but no inkwell or ink.
Good, because he was quite tired of their messy way of carrying ink. An ink stone and an ink stick weren't that difficult to manage.
"You are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Jee. I want you to write 'I must not snog young ladies at Hogwarts,'" Umbridge said from her desk, hands folded in front of her. "There's no need for you to get out your ink. The quill will provide its own."
Jee wondered if he could learn to firebend without gesture if he stared at her long enough. "How many times?"
"As long as it takes for the message to sink in," she said sweetly. "Off you go."
Jee considered the quill. He considered the hideous office with its overabundance of lace and bizarre kitten plates. He considered the squawking Draco would do if he went down to the dungeons and carried Nima out over his shoulder.
He stood up. "All right then. I believe you've made your point, and I am suitably chastised."
There was no way in the frozen hells this would actually work, but he hated superiors who couldn't give clear answers and clear orders.
"Sit down, Mr. Jee," Umbridge snapped, her words high and sharp.
Jee smiled. Cracking these people was so much fun. "How many lines?" A deliberate beat. "Professor."
"Five hundred or until you fill the scroll, whichever comes first."
Jee nodded and sat. He picked up the quill and unrolled the scroll to its entire length. Twenty-five lines would be just this side of barely acceptable, he decided.
He placed the quill on the parchment and wrote 'I must not snog young ladies at Hogwarts.' He sucked in a breath as a flash of pain came from his hand.
The line had appeared in shining red ink on the scroll. At the same time, the line had been cut into the back of his hand then quickly healed over, smooth but slightly reddened.
Jee stared at his hand, then experimentally swiped the quill across the scroll. Each strike of tip to scroll had the same effect, but each cut healed fractionally more slowly than the one before.
He wrote his line a second time and added a comment on the end in Fire Nation formal script. 'Ignorant slut.'
End
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Nima has previously appeared in City of Marrow, if you're wondering who she is.
---
So far, Jee had learned a good amount of things since his unexpected arrival at 'Hogwarts'. For one thing, being sixteen years old again put his temper on a hair-trigger. Combined with his experience and training, he fought more violently than he ever had when he actually was a teenager or that he bothered to as an adult.
Another thing he learned was that people did not think the children in the House of Fire should be blatantly involved with children in the House of Earth.
Gryffindor and Slytherin, he corrected himself. Use their proper names, not their allegiance colors.
Still and all. You would think they had cross-House romances before he and Nima came along. Certainly they were all of the same nation, and wasn't that far more important than where they bunked?
Evidently not, because he was sitting detention with Umbridge for 'excessive intimacy' with Nima. Or, rather, the suspicion of such, since he'd shoved Nima into a closet that had promptly vanished right before Umbridge caught them. He hadn't been able to hide where her paint had rubbed off on him in their kisses, though, not in time to avoid punishment.
He hated being punished for passion with a beautiful Fire lass.
The desk he was sitting in was uncomfortable. Jee had enough experience with superiors and their little powerplay tricks to recognize the desk was designed to be uncomfortable. There was a scroll, because evidently these people hadn't learned how to cut individual sheets of paper yet. There was a long, thin black quill with a sharp point but no inkwell or ink.
Good, because he was quite tired of their messy way of carrying ink. An ink stone and an ink stick weren't that difficult to manage.
"You are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Jee. I want you to write 'I must not snog young ladies at Hogwarts,'" Umbridge said from her desk, hands folded in front of her. "There's no need for you to get out your ink. The quill will provide its own."
Jee wondered if he could learn to firebend without gesture if he stared at her long enough. "How many times?"
"As long as it takes for the message to sink in," she said sweetly. "Off you go."
Jee considered the quill. He considered the hideous office with its overabundance of lace and bizarre kitten plates. He considered the squawking Draco would do if he went down to the dungeons and carried Nima out over his shoulder.
He stood up. "All right then. I believe you've made your point, and I am suitably chastised."
There was no way in the frozen hells this would actually work, but he hated superiors who couldn't give clear answers and clear orders.
"Sit down, Mr. Jee," Umbridge snapped, her words high and sharp.
Jee smiled. Cracking these people was so much fun. "How many lines?" A deliberate beat. "Professor."
"Five hundred or until you fill the scroll, whichever comes first."
Jee nodded and sat. He picked up the quill and unrolled the scroll to its entire length. Twenty-five lines would be just this side of barely acceptable, he decided.
He placed the quill on the parchment and wrote 'I must not snog young ladies at Hogwarts.' He sucked in a breath as a flash of pain came from his hand.
The line had appeared in shining red ink on the scroll. At the same time, the line had been cut into the back of his hand then quickly healed over, smooth but slightly reddened.
Jee stared at his hand, then experimentally swiped the quill across the scroll. Each strike of tip to scroll had the same effect, but each cut healed fractionally more slowly than the one before.
He wrote his line a second time and added a comment on the end in Fire Nation formal script. 'Ignorant slut.'
End