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Post by JACOB ROBERTS on Aug 6, 2012 17:07:33 GMT -5
”Dude, you’re out of tune.” said Vincent, pausing in playing his guitar to turn to look at Jacob.
“What? No way. It’d be much more likely that you’re out of tune. You’re just playing a guitar,” said Jacob, preparing himself for an argument.
“No. No way. I tuned Elvis right before we started practicing. You’re playing that ancient piano-” he paused when Jacob slammed his hands down onto the keys. Vincent rolled his eyes and threw his hands up,”Alright, alright. I’ll work with it.”
“Nah, forget it man,” said Jacob, looking down at his watch,”I’ve gotta head down to the dungeons for fun times with Professor Snape.” He grabbed his book bag that he carried with him everywhere and waved to Vincent before heading down to the dungeons. Oh, boy.
Not bothering to knock on the door, he opened the door to the classroom where Snape had told him to go. He took a look around and found that there was no one in the room…not even Professor Snape. Huffing out a sigh, he wandered up to the desk, where he found a note that told him what his detention would be. He was to wait for someone named Rose and then clean the frog spawn from the ceiling. Lovely.
Highly annoyed that Snape hadn’t even bothered to get some sort of substitute to watch over the detention, he wandered back over to the door and attempted to open it, but found that it had been cursed shut. It was very likely that the potions master assumed that Jacob would try to leave and locked him inside. Probably keeping him locked inside, but people could come into the classroom.
Shrugging, he lounged on one of the benches at the back of the room, waiting for this Rose person to show up. |
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Post by ROSE BARRETT on Aug 10, 2012 16:14:08 GMT -5
Well this was just stupid. Instead of spending her afternoon how she wanted it, Rose was stuck going to detention with Snape. She had half a mind not to show up, but she somehow ended up going down to the dungeons anyway. She swore all the way down the hallway, earning a glare from McGonagall and a cackle from Peeves, before she kicked open the door to the classroom she was supposed to be reporting to, making sure to make as much obnoxious noise as possible. But Snape wasn't even in there. If he had been he would have easily heard her swearing and stomping her way down the hallway and probably would have reprimanded her for it. But he wasn't, which was probably better off for the redhead anyway.
She then realized that there was another student in there. Rose raised an eyebrow at him and walked over to talk to him, 'accidentally' slamming the door behind her and making the room shake. "You here for detention too? What're we doing?" she noticed the note but was too lazy to read it. That'd show Snape. Anyway, this kid didn't look pleased to be there either, so if anything maybe he might entertain her. Who knew.
"Where's Sour Grapes?" she then asked, looking around for the teacher whom she had nicknamed on a random whim years before. It fit him, at least, that was for sure. |
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Post by JACOB ROBERTS on Aug 11, 2012 11:48:19 GMT -5
Jacob was reclining back on one of the benches, using his arms as a pillow when someone kicked the door in. He raised his eyebrows and carefully lifted his head off of his arms to see who had entered the dungeon classroom. “Just so you know…you’ve locked us in here,” he said sitting up straight on the bench and motioning towards the door. Ignoring her question, just for the time being, he wandered over to the door and attempted to open it…with no luck.
“I really hope that thing opens when we’re done with all that…stuff,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Surely, though, with his vast knowledge of magic, he would be able to figure out a way out of the room.
“Anyway, guess we’re detention buddies for today. I’m Jake,” he said, not bothering to give her his full name, as pretty much everyone ended up calling him by his nickname anyway. Jacob wandered over to the wall, where two ladders were placed.
“We get to clean the frog spawn from the ceiling…by hand,” he said, leaning against one of the ladders, not really in a big rush to get the deed done with. He was tempted to just not bother with the chore since Snape wasn’t even in the room…but Jacob was intelligent enough to know there was no way he’d get away with that. Snape probably assumed he would try something like that.
“He bailed on us. Obviously,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as he reached into his book bag and pulled out some latex gloves and slipped them on. Vincent’s idea; his medical supplies really did some in handy from time to time. “Shall we?” he said, maneuvering one of the ladders to the center of the room and grabbing a scrapper from one of the benches at the back of the room. |
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Post by ROSE BARRETT on Aug 18, 2012 22:26:42 GMT -5
"Shit," was Rose's only response when the kid, her detention buddy as one may put it, or as he later put it at any rate, informed her (a bit too late, may she add) that she'd locked them in. She didn't approve of this method of detention but it was probably still better than having one with the pink toad, frog spawn or otherwise. She nodded a bit when he spoke aloud of hoping the door would unlock when their detention was over. After all, there were no windows in the dungeons, so there was really no way to escape unless they blew a hole in the wall or used some magic to unlock the door or something. She personally preferred anything including an explosion of some kind. It was way more interesting.
Detention buddies... the name had a ring to it, she supposed. But then she was apt to be less easily amused than usual and a bit more, well, grumpy, given the circumstances. "Rose." she said simply, giving her own name after he'd presented her with his. Jake then told her what they'd be doing, and Rose wrinkled her nose in disgust when he told her they had to clean frog spawn from the ceiling. Without magic? As if. "Think he'll know if we use magic? 'Cause I don't plan on doing it otherwise."
She rolled her eyes when Jake said Snape bailed on them- of course he did, he was Snape. He was stupid and also dumb. But mostly stupid. And gross. And very much in need of a bath and some shampoo and soap. But anyway.
"No. Not without magic, that's gross and I refuse. He's lucky if I even attempt it with magic. Even I'm not so thick as to scrape frog spawn off the ceiling, it'd probably fall on my face! You can if you want. I'm good." she said with a sigh, going over and sitting on the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom, kicking her feet back and forth in the air. Well he didn't actually expect her to do what she was told, did he? Most people knew better than that. If he was smart he wouldn't bother, either. |
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Post by JACOB ROBERTS on Aug 25, 2012 23:48:46 GMT -5
Jacob scoffed when he heard what Rose asked. What a stupid question. “Well, obviously. In fact, knowing him, he’s probably hexed the stuff so that it won’t come off if we try to clean with magic,” he said with a shrug, patting his pocket to see if his wand was still there. It was a habit he had picked up from Vincent; paranoia.
To be entirely honest, Jacob didn’t really mind getting detention. He enjoyed stepping over the line when it came to the rules, he acknowledged that he broke the rules and accepted that he needed to take responsibility for his action. That is, unless it was something a bit more high profile than pulling a prank or two on a particular professor that really deserved it. Snape was far from Jacob’s favorite teacher, but he definitely respected the man.
Jacob raised an eyebrow, the girl’s words automatically getting under his skin. Did she really think the door would unlock if they didn’t do their task exactly how Snape wanted them to? Not the sharpest tool in the shed, apparently. “Yeah, sure. One of those girly-girls that doesn’t like to get her hands dirty? I get it,” he said, shrugging as he climbed up the ladder he had set up and grabbed a scraping tool that was in a small compartment on the side of the ladder.
“By the way, you’re an idiot if you think we’re going to get out of here without doing what he wants us to do,” he said, quirking an eyebrow at her. He casually began scraping at the spawn on the ceiling and was quickly making progress. This was nothing compared to some of the stuff he had to do at home, after all. The Roberts may be rich, but they were certainly not spoiled. |
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Post by ROSE BARRETT on Aug 26, 2012 20:30:16 GMT -5
Rose frowned slightly when Jake said that it was probably hexed and that they had to do it without magic. That was so stupid! She didn't want to do anything for Snape, especially not without magic. He was definitely the worst teacher ever. She'd get him back for this, if it was the last thing she did... this was why she wasn't as good at planning most of the time. It took her a while (usually until someone told her flat out) to realize that the reason why she was getting detentions was because she kept trying to get back at Snape or annoy him in some way.
Rose's nose wrinkled as soon as Jacob made that horribly rude comment about her being a girly-girl. As if! She was probably the least feminine girl that she knew. Not that that was a compliment or anything, but still, she'd rather be a tomboy than a girly girl any day. Gross. "Bloody hell, I'd hope not." she said finally, regaining the regular use of her face instead of having it stuck on a frown or a wrinkled nose. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him for a few moments and then shrugged and used her wand to stack a few desks together so that they were towering precariously on top of one another.
"Might as well make it fun, eh?" she said with a small wink and then clambered onto the tipsy desk pile, beginning to scrape as well. At least she could make the situation a bit less boring. It'd probably irritate Sour Grapes to know she'd enjoyed herself a tad during his little detention. That she would like.
She shrugged when Jake basically called her an idiot. "Yeah, Lee calls me that too. I get it." she really was used to it after all this time. She didn't really care, to be honest. "If I'm an idiot, then what are you? You went and started doing exactly what you were supposed to without even a thought of what could be fun!" at least Rose had attempted to make an extreme sport out of it or something. |
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