One Word: Detention [Open]

[ethan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more There were times in Ethan Briggs' life that he had to admit that despite his talent in transfiguration (yes he did have talent in that area even if he chose not to use it) that he completely found himself hating the class as a whole and this was one of those times. All because of one single word: detention. Not that him getting in trouble was all that surprising considering that was pretty much what the Slytherin himself was known for if a person did choose not to count his involvement in Quidditch. Though even that seemed to be failing him at the moment and that fact was one that was more sickening then any about of work that his professors could ever throw at him. While things were not really as bad as one might have thought but the general level of perfection that the Slytherin expected out of himself even im practices was to a degree getting to him. He was started to obsess already at the beginning of term that he was not going to get his spot on a pro-Quidditch team. Preferably the Arrows, of course. But it was something that he was already worrying over because he had missed a quaffle during practice. Yes, it was that simple. Sure there was still another year before he needed to start really worrying about whether or not he was going to need that back up plan or not but there was something sour about him not being able to rest easy his seventh year academically. Was he really going to have to spend the whole summer worrying about NEWTs instead of Quidditch like he wanted to? So unfair. The Slytherin ran his fingers through his hair, glancing around the transfiguration classroom allowing his thoughts of the pros drop for the time being at the moment it seemed best for him to merely get through the next few hours instead of worrying over the rest of his life. Though the question was at present where the professor of such class had gotten off to. Had they really just punished him for whatever the hell it was (seems he could not actually remember at the moment) and then completely forgotten about it? If that was the case there were good odds that he was not the only one in need of a better memory. Ethan sighed, scanning around the room in no less then a full circle before bring his gaze to his shoes and up again. As if having to waste his evening wasn't bad enough by the looks of things he was going to be a while in just waiting. Maybe he would get lucky and that would count towards his time he had to suffer through in said detention. At least a person couldn't blame him for being hopeful. Though the real question in it all was what he was going to be doing through all this. The punishment wasn't exactly stated so it wasn't like he could get started on it. And then there was that fact that he wasn't even remotely sure as to what he was going to get stuck doing in the first place. It wasn't the trophy room so there wasn't exactly polishing to be done. Unless the desks themselves required a layer of varnish for some reason but that was an odd punishment. Though there were times that punishments were odd that was surely something that professors liked to gather around and talk about. Ways to make their students to really strange jobs because they couldn't behave in class. Was that the reason that he had a detention? Was so very hard to tell, he had fallen asleep in one and that was something that he was finding challenging in itself to even remember what was left of the day. Even what class that was, was a little foggy. The Slytherin could remember thinking about Quidditch, every last detail of practice. The point that was scored against him (even if it was just a practice point), what he was going to do if he was lucky enough to hear from the Arrows despite his terrible game play if things didn't improve. Indeed, Quidditch he could remember classes over the last few days, not so much. Ethan tossed his bag on the closest bench, sitting down with a slight thud next to it. For now all he could do is wait. This post is made up of 740 words. Ethan is wearing Slytherin robes. This is tagged for anyone. I must add that I'd love for someone to join. Student or professor.

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tearing love apart,

Fauna, in her Ravenclaw robes, strutted down the hallway towards the transfiguration classroom. She had detention. Something about not paying attention in class. She didn't know. Apparently, Professor McGonagall had asked her plenty of times to start paying attention, but Fauna didn't hear any of them. McGonagall got so fed up that she told the girl to just meet her at detention at this time. Fauna always heard that, seeing as if she missed a detention there was a possibility of getting kicked off the quidditch team. She didn't want that, it was a great way for her to relieve of stress and she needed that so that her friends didn't go crazy with her. She had a record of being overwhelming and being, as they said, neurotic about things. Being on the quidditch team was a nice way for her to take out all that stress and to not be as uptight. If she didn't have that in her life, she'd go crazy. She stopped up at the classroom door and opened it up. She noticed someone else in there, someone whom she had met before. Ethan Briggs, keeper on the Slytherin quidditch team. A fellow sixth year. She knew him, but they had never really interacted outside of the quidditch pitch. Well, maybe McGonagall would give them something to bound over. After all, Fauna was basically a Slytherin in a Ravenclaw uniform.

She walked in and closed the door behind her, accentuating her hip swing like she did around every male. She had managed to perfect it throughout the years, and she knew that it drove many guys crazy. She took pride in being able to lure boys into looking at her body with just a hip swing. She was pretty promiscuous in that aspect, but it was all just to get other boys looking at her. The boys that she really wanted, and not the petty things that she managed to hook up with that night. "So what brings you here?" she asked the enemy. He was a keeper for the opposing team. She was a chaser for Ravenclaw. They shouldn't even be interacting, but who knows. Maybe sleeping with the enemy would be a good thing? She internal shook herself. She couldn't think about sleeping with him if she didn't know him. Well, she could. But it was just a little shallow. Though it wouldn't be the last time that she had done something that shallow. She remembered just making out with a guy once, and that led to them sleeping together. And she hadn't heard from them ever since. It wasn't a crime to like sex anyway. It was a lifestyle that she embraced with open arms. Something that gave her pleasure from her stressful life and her amazing quidditch career. She just needed something that could give her pleasure.

Sitting down in the chair next to him, McGonnagal opened the door and told them their task. They had to clean the whole classroom. Oh fun, how was Fauna supposed to do that. The transfiguration teacher told them she'd be back soon and to get to work right away, and closed the door again. Like hell she was going to work with no teacher around. She crossed one leg over the other and started to inspect her nails. She would just relax until McGonnagal came back. There was absolutely no way she could clean a whole classroom if she couldn't even clean her own room. That was the challenge for Fauna. There was no motivation. She had to because the professor said so. What kind of motivation was that? She looked at Ethan, waiting to see if he was going to get started on something that she was sure neither of them wanted to do, or if he was going to sit there like she was and just wait until McGonnagal came back and made them start doing work.

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[ethan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more It really was driving Ethan Briggs mad that he couldn't remember exactly how he had gotten himself a detention but there was little denying the fact that he had one. Why else would he be currently sitting there? And it wasn't like his memory was going, he had the slip and it sure did have today's date on it. So it was safe to say that he wasn't really losing his mind, instead it was safe to say that he felt more so like he was losing his talent then anything else and that was something that was nothing short of terrible. It was the one thing that he could not manage to get out of his mind and while he sat there simply waiting he continued to obsess over that single practice play that had sent him for a loop. At least that was before he heard a female's voice and found himself making eye contact with none other then Fauna Scamander, Ravenclaw chaser. Oh, things were just getting better and better. Indeed, it was true that if there really was a supreme being ruling the universe then they must have had a sense of humour. Even if it was down to fate the same comment applied. Talk about salt in open wounds. The Slytherin straightened up. It was common knowledge that there were friendly (and some not so friendly) rivalries between the houses in general but even then she was among one of the last people that he really wanted to see. It was beside the fact that Scamander really was something that was worth looking at. But his current feelings on how things had been going in the last few days, the last thing he wanted to deal with were players on his own team let alone players of another. Though it seemed very much so that fate had other ideas. "Same as you, I'd hazard to guess. Detention?" That seemed about right. He really wanted to be left alone so he was going to have to deal with someone whether he really wanted to or not. Least that McGonagall was show up and give them their punishments so this nightmare of an evening could end. But there seemed to be more then a little time before that was going to happen, so Ethan crossed his arms in front of his chest doing his best to watch Scamander with disinterest, but even then he was still watching. It was hard not to. Though she wasn't the prettiest thing on the planet (not that she was ugly either but if he were to compare her with many of the females of the world she wasn't number one) she was a lot nicer to look at then the wall or any other thing that was in McGonagall's room that was for sure. But it was safe to say that there were other things that he would have rathered been doing then sitting there even if there was a pretty enough girl. Remembering that she was on the Quidditch team was just a terrible reminder that his skills were slowly going down the tubes. Indeed, the whole thing was terrible. But at least McGonagall decided to make an appearance (and as much as he wanted to comment on the fact that she was late, he decided to keep his mouth shut for a change) and before he knew it the two of them were left with a mind numbing task. Cleaning the classroom. The icing on the cake just happening to be that she left, just like that. The whole thing must have been too boring to even watch over. Ethan looked at Scamander and then to the classroom realizing that neither of them seemed to be having any sort of ability in actually moving to get something cleaned. Really the whole thing was beneath him but the last thing he wanted was another detention for not doing something considering he still wasn't sure why he had found himself in his current trouble in the first place. Still, he continued to sit there, looking at the Ravenclaw again. "Think she'll notice if we just sit here?" This post is made up of 696 words. Ethan is wearing Slytherin robes. This is tagged for Fauna. I must add that I'm so so sorry this took so long. I hope it was worth the wait.

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[fauna]

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tearing love apart,

Fauna had to admit that being here with a quidditch enemy was not one of her top priorities. She took quidditch very seriously. Without it, she'd just be another neurotic female with nowhere to release her stress and anger but on others probably first years. But it was so hard not to just flirt with him, or at least show off her body to him. She was 1/8 veela for pete's sake. She could get a guy if she really tried hard enough. And she could get any young boy to fall for her quickly and to scurry off into a bedroom or broom closet with her. It was a science at this point, and it was all she thought about sometimes. It wasn't that she was a nympho, it was that it was better thinking about things that made her happy and could relieve her in the end then sitting through a lecture and doing nothing else. And she wasn't saying that she wanted to have sex with Ethan though that wouldn't be bad, it was that he was just not bad looking. A good make-out session with him would make her happy. And who knew? Maybe if she got him to fall for her, she could just happen to see him slip a few quaffles through the hoops during their matches? She doubted that last thought, but it was still a nice one.

She looked up at him, her hand never moving from the position in which she was inspecting her nails. "I'm not moving even if she did notice," she said, a smirk creating its way across the tan face of Fauna's. There was no way in hell she was going to work, nevermind clean, without there being a professor present. And since there wasn't, Fauna was going to take her sweet time getting up and starting to clean up the messy classroom that sat there in front of her. She crinkled her nose at the thought of having to clean. Even if it was just for a set amount of time (she hoped) she didn't even know where she should start. There was nothing more revolting than a dirty room in Fauna's mind, but she wasn't one that was going to go around and clean it. That was what maids were for. Just because the school couldn't afford them didn't mean that they could use the kids to do it. It was inhumane, and something that Fauna wouldn't be caught dead doing. Too bad McGonagall was going to come back and tell them they had to.

She noticed that he kept staring at her. Maybe it was because there was nothing else to look at, or maybe it was because he found her attractive, or maybe it was because she could fly loops around him. "Why do you keep looking at me?" she asked finally. She was a bit neurotic in the fact that she thought everything was about her. She thought that if someone was staring at her, it was because they thought she was doing/had something wrong (with her) or because she was pretty, or whatever. It was always about her. And she was really just someone who didn't like it when people stared. But she couldn't blame them. She knew she was pretty, being part veela entitled that to her whole family. And she would flaunt it to the best of her ability; getting the hip swing down and the tiny things she could do to tease guys were just a start. She had it down to a science. Entice them with the hip swing, moving on to the cute girly voice, and finally drawing them in to kiss her when she bit her lower lip in a seductive pattern. Her voice getting deeper and muskier. She knew how to make men drop their pants for her, so that she could bed them. And she thought just maybe she could do it to Ethan too.

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[ethan]

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[fauna]

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tearing love apart,

Fauna could feel the smirk start on her face. He had asked why she was looking at him. Oh what fun this could be. Either she could completely tell him how ugly he was, which she didn't think was true. Or she could use her conniving ways to somehow get him to act on his feelings that she knew he had for her. Most guys noticed her beauty first, since she was part veela and obviously just beautiful all around. She knew it too, and she was very egotistical about it. She decided that she was going to try and get him to act on his feelings. "Well," she started, standing up, "Why would I not be looking at a very" she stopped again, and she leaned over to his ear and whispered, "attractive man." She let a finger gracefully slide across the back of his neck as she walked around the classroom, taking in all the things that surrounded them. They were going to be a bitch to clean and Fauna was not looking forward to it. It was, in fact, the most of her worries. She turned back and looked at him and smiled, her teeth not super white, but noticeably white. And that was enough for her.

"So you never answered my question," she said, her voice getting muskier. She was letting herself slip into a mode she knew all to well, and she was strangely okay with it. If even a little kissing came out of this, it was worth it. She wasn't one to get attached, but when she did she was pretty insane about it. But she liked sex and it was what she needed to get through the time that she had without the boy she liked showing her the time of day. She was very committed once she found someone, but as of right now, she was a free agent. She was going to use it to her best ability. "Why were you staring at me?" She walked back over to her chair, her hips swinging, though it wasn't too noticeable through her robe. She turned the chair so that the back of it was facing him and she straddled it. She waited patiently for his answer. Her fingers tapping the back of her chair, her face still contorted into a wry smile at Ethan.

It was hard for her not to flirt with people. She was always the one that would initiate people in shameless flirting, even if they were not one to want to flirt back with her. Though, most were, since she was pretty. She had a reputation as a whore, and she knew that she did. Of course, it was just something that she embraced, since it was all true and there was no lie to it. Sleeping with people was all that she had when she wasn't with someone else. And seeing people and enticing them into sleeping with her was like a sport. It was the one thing she liked to do aside from quidditch. She did hope one day she could get into a relationship, even if people told her she was clingy and neurotic and whatever else people said, but the truth was she enjoyed sleeping with one person over sleeping with more people. It was a type of intimacy she didn't get to feel much, and she still wanted it, even if people were always telling her different things.

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[ethan]

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