There's no escaping the clutches of Professor Bonnefoy.

[firecracker_bao]

WHO: A skiving Slytherin and the Potions professor
WHEN: October 21st, lunch time
WHERE: From the Great Hall to somewhere not the Great Hall..?
WHAT: Zhi gets caught being a delinquent for the third time this week.

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[la_grand_vie]

If the potions professor was completely honest with himself, then he didn't really care one way or another if his students attended his class. It was their grade- their responsiblity and if they wanted to graduate.

Well. Potions was a required course after all. And his ablity to give them perminant Ts if they honestly deserved them.

But... After the previous events that week, the one the previous night involving one bitter exchange between himself and a German student he wasn't in the best of moods or one to deal tactly with any students that may have rubbed him the wrong way.

And one student he only vaguely knew because of his rather pathetic attendence record seemed to stick out like a sour thumb from the crowd and Francis was about to have a little chat with a student about his attendence habits.

"Zhi." the professor walked over quickly, grabbing his shoulder. "There you are."

[firecracker_bao]

Zhi very nearly leapt straight up at the professor's sudden appearance, only barely managing to bite back a yelp. Francis was in luck- he just so happened to have a hold on the shoulder with a particularly nasty bruise hidden underneath his robes, from where Zhi had been thrown into a bookshelf none too gently. Had he chosen the other one, the boy would have shrugged him off and disappeared faster than you could say evanesco.

But fortunately for him and unfortunately for the boy, he hadn't. As it was, Zhi froze where he was, forcing himself to look up at everyone's favourite professor. The students around him exchanged looks knowingly, shaking their heads as they continued walking. The day the Slytherin avoided getting into trouble even once would be the day You-Know-Who would return, they were sure. Zhi felt quite the same way.

"Y-yes?"

[la_grand_vie]

"Now tell me," Francis said, none too kindly as his grip tightened, unknowingly applying more pressure on the most likely throbbing bruise. He had no more sympthy for the boy, even though in his own years at Slytherin he'd been known not for his lecherous ways but, well- misbehaving. Ditching, often, seemed like a good way to avoid teachers and their detentions. "Have you been ill garçon?"

That was, if you didn't get caught at the end of the day.

[firecracker_bao]

Zhi winced at the increased pressure, raising a hand to try and pull the one off his shoulder but evidently thinking better of it. He left it floating awkwardly nearby, as though poised to fend off a sneak attack with a single hand

"N-Not exactly..," he trailed off distractedly, the pain disabling his usually-impressive skill of coming up with excuses. Mentally he kicked himself for it, but that definitely wasn't the answer the professor wanted to hear, and as Zhi tried pulling weakly away the grip tightened even more.

"--天啊 please professor canyoupleaseletgoi-itreallyhurtsokaaay."