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Detention: Saturday, January 14, 2006
Rita happily pointed her wand at the board, making a list of names appear.
Han Solo
Pippi Longstocking
Pip Bernadette
Quinn Morgendorffer
John Sheppard
Lana Lang
Maia Rutledge
James Ford
Barbossa
“Students are expected to sign in,” Rita said. As soon as Quinn and Barbossa took their seats, Rita set a pile of writing materials on the former’s desk, and nine pairs of dragonhide gloves, as well as nine tiny nets, on latter’s.
“Boys and girls, it seems you’ve been naughty this week,” Rita said disapprovingly, addressing the whole class. “So until midnight tonight, you’re all going to be staying here. And you’ll be doing punishments to fit the crimes and according to my whims, really. And since there are only two students in here who seemingly did not cause mischief to ear this detention - Mr. Barbossa and Ms. Morgendorffer - they will be my Special Helpers for the day. That means, Special Helpers - if you see someone misbehaving, let me know immediately.”
“I will not - I repeat, will not tolerate undue chatter in this detention. And do not forget that I have a wand, whereas none of you do. Anyone who talks out of turn runs the risk of being jinxed or worse. I will not hesitate to full body-bind any of you, much less transfigure you into something unpleasant for the duration of the day.”
She smiled sweetly. “Any questions?”
[ooc: All right kiddies, here’s how it’s going to go:
Comment in all of the threads. RP out what Rita has asked you to do. If you don’t, she will be cranky. If you talk about non-detention stuff, and Rita catches you, she will be cranky. If you talk back, she will be very cranky.
If Rita gets cranky, she will seriously cast a spell on you.
I won’t do anything to actually HARM a single student in here. But you might find yourselves unable to move, turned into a highly unpleasant animal, tickling for no reason at all, and so on. Furthermore, she’ll assign you detention again next week if she has to take to magical measures.
I do expect to see a full 100 word essay.
The grindylows will not bite unless you piss them off. Be careful.
The food is not poisoned. Scout’s honor. :)
The bubotuber pus is your own domain. Get boils, don’t, whatever.
And as for the lines, C&P is your friend. And yes, Rita and I are both OCD enough to check that your character has done it the full 25 times.
Finally - if you don’t know HP canon, please do take advantage of those links. Additionally, you can ping me in the OOC thread, or I *should* be on AIM (beetlewhatbeetle).
Most of all, remember: Rita is not nice. She is not your pal. She is a bitch, and she *will not* hesitate to turn you into a newt. (And you will not get getting better...until I say so, anyway.)
And you won’t be getting out until 3 AM EST. Sorry, guys. Like I said...Rita is a bitch. *shrug* And you know the rules on that - no playing in anything else until that time. And if I catch you? Consequences.
[ooc2: OCD threadsgoing up momentarily. Wait for them and then please do use them ARE UP.]
[ooc3:I'm going AFK for an hour. If you have questions, hold off until I get back, please. BACK, YO.]
Pippi Longstocking
Pip Bernadette
Quinn Morgendorffer
John Sheppard
Lana Lang
Maia Rutledge
James Ford
“Students are expected to sign in,” Rita said. As soon as Quinn and Barbossa took their seats, Rita set a pile of writing materials on the former’s desk, and nine pairs of dragonhide gloves, as well as nine tiny nets, on latter’s.
“Boys and girls, it seems you’ve been naughty this week,” Rita said disapprovingly, addressing the whole class. “So until midnight tonight, you’re all going to be staying here. And you’ll be doing punishments to fit the crimes and according to my whims, really. And since there are only two students in here who seemingly did not cause mischief to ear this detention - Mr. Barbossa and Ms. Morgendorffer - they will be my Special Helpers for the day. That means, Special Helpers - if you see someone misbehaving, let me know immediately.”
- “Thanks to Mr. Solo, you will all write me a one hundred-word essay on respecting the privacy of the opposite sex. If I am not satisfied with your essay, you will make a better effort. Ms. Morgendorffer, you are in charge of passing out the writing material and collecting it. And boys and girls - I expect neat work.”
- “Because of all of you who thought that playing in the water would be fun, I’m going to teach you about the things that actually live in the water.” She indicated three tanks at the front of the room, and lifted the dropcloths off of them. In each one, nettles and grayish-green, slimy plants grew. The students’ attention was more likely to be on the pale green, goblin-like creatures, however.
“I would like you all to harvest as much gillyweed - the stuff that looks like rat tails - out of there before you leave. In groups of three - Mr. Ford, Mr. Sheppard and Mr. Solo together; Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge; and Ms. Morgendorffer, Mr. Barbossa and Mr. Bernadette. Please wait for Mr. Barbossa to hand out your protective gloves and nets.” - “Then we will have lunch. I hope you all like what I’ve provided.”
- “After lunch, there will be some beginner's potion-making - you will all be extracting four ounces - that’s approximately a full plant’s worth - of bubotuber pus." Rita pointed to nine slug-like plants on her desk. "You will work alone. Continue to wear your gloves, boys and girls, unless you’d rather like to have boils."
- “And once that is finished, you will spend the rest of your time quietly in your seats, doing lines.”
“I will not - I repeat, will not tolerate undue chatter in this detention. And do not forget that I have a wand, whereas none of you do. Anyone who talks out of turn runs the risk of being jinxed or worse. I will not hesitate to full body-bind any of you, much less transfigure you into something unpleasant for the duration of the day.”
She smiled sweetly. “Any questions?”
[ooc: All right kiddies, here’s how it’s going to go:
Comment in all of the threads. RP out what Rita has asked you to do. If you don’t, she will be cranky. If you talk about non-detention stuff, and Rita catches you, she will be cranky. If you talk back, she will be very cranky.
If Rita gets cranky, she will seriously cast a spell on you.
I won’t do anything to actually HARM a single student in here. But you might find yourselves unable to move, turned into a highly unpleasant animal, tickling for no reason at all, and so on. Furthermore, she’ll assign you detention again next week if she has to take to magical measures.
I do expect to see a full 100 word essay.
The grindylows will not bite unless you piss them off. Be careful.
The food is not poisoned. Scout’s honor. :)
The bubotuber pus is your own domain. Get boils, don’t, whatever.
And as for the lines, C&P is your friend. And yes, Rita and I are both OCD enough to check that your character has done it the full 25 times.
Finally - if you don’t know HP canon, please do take advantage of those links. Additionally, you can ping me in the OOC thread, or I *should* be on AIM (beetlewhatbeetle).
Most of all, remember: Rita is not nice. She is not your pal. She is a bitch, and she *will not* hesitate to turn you into a newt. (And you will not get getting better...until I say so, anyway.)
And you won’t be getting out until 3 AM EST. Sorry, guys. Like I said...Rita is a bitch. *shrug* And you know the rules on that - no playing in anything else until that time. And if I catch you? Consequences.
[ooc2: OCD threads
[ooc3:
Re: Gillyweed collection: Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge
"Grindylows. The bite is harmless, though their teeth are sharp. Hence the gloves," she smiled.
Re: Gillyweed collection: Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge
"Thank you very much Ms. Skeeter." She said and plunged her gloved hand into the tank in front of her.
"Got one." She said and pulled her hand out. She had a ball of gillyweed in her hand and three grindylows attached to her arm. They growled and gnawed and wriggled. "Oh look at that. There were three."
She dropped the weed on the table and reached into the tank once again. More spalshing, growling, wrighing, and out came another gillyweed. It didn't take more then two times of being dunked in this manner for two of the grindylows to drop off her glove and sulk at the bottom of the tank.
The third one was a little more determined as evident by the growling and the scratching with his little hands and feet. "Aren't you a cute little fella?" she asked him as she continued to pull gillyweed from the tank.
This was more then the creature could take. Clutching the folds of Pippi's gloves it grunted as it considered the material it was made of and then looked up. Seeing the spot where her shoulder meets her neck.
It reared back and sprung into the air like some kind of amphibious ninja, latching on to the bare skin where the growling, and the scratching, and the wriggling began anew.
Pippi paused with a gillyweed in each hand and calmly did her best to look down at the grindylow. "Are you trying to give me a hicky?" she asked.
The creature froze, still biting, its bulbous eyes looking around. Clearly, this was not the reaction it was going for. It released its jaws with a "Pleeh!" noise and leapt back into the tank. It did leave a welt on her neck however, and there were a number of tiny red pinpricks, a few of which were actually bleeding.
"Right," Said Pippi reaching back for the tank, "Last one."
Just as she was about to take up the very last gillyweed ball in her tank, our favorite grindylow sploshed to the surface, grabbed the last gillyweed, and swam down to the bottom of the tank.
"Oh no you did NOT." growled Pippi. She plunged her arm into the tank and came back up with the grindylow holding the gillyweed.
But as it was removed from the tank it tossed the gillyweed like a basketball down into the tank. Pippi reached for the weed with her other hand, but again, just as she was about to take it up. Another grindylow surfaced and tossed the ball back up to the one Pippi was holding.
When she wented to take it away from the one she was holding, it tossed it back down. The third surfaced and they made a sound approximately like laughter.
They were playing keep away.
"Yes," said Pippi holding the grindylow she had up in the air and away from the tank. "Veeeery funy." She hopped up on the table and began to root around in the tank with her other hand.
Re: Gillyweed collection: Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge
"Ms. Longstocking, your enthusiasm is appreciated, but are you certain you're all right?" She picked up her wand. "I know a few healing spells that can take care of that damage...." She trailed off as Pippi reached back into the tank, and simply stood there, observing.
Re: Gillyweed collection: Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge
The grindylow made a sad croaking noise and Pippi looked at it. Realizing the thing probably shouldn't be let to dry off, she gave it a quick dunk in the tank before holding it back up in the air.
The remaining grindylows had less water to move around in due to the water loss from all the splashing. However, there were two of them and they were in their element. The chase became quite rambunctious and the table Pippi's tank was on began to rock alarmingly.
But it didn't rock long before it tipped over sending Pippi, the gillyweed, the tank, the gendylows, and the water spilling across the floor.
The grindylow with "last weed ball" lay on its back holding the ball up in the air. It gave a little cough and let go, letting the ball roll off to the side.
Pippi stood up and dusted herself off, which did no good because she was sopping wet. She gathered up the three grindylow and dropped them in a tank that nobody was working with at that moment.
Then she righted the table, placed the (now cracked and empty) tank on it, filled it with the gillyweed from the floor, put her hands on her hips, looked at Rita and said,
"What's next?"
Re: Gillyweed collection: Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge
Re: Gillyweed collection: Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge
She was too busy blinking.
She muttered, "Reparo," at the tank, and the cracks disappeared.
"If you're certain you're all right, Ms. Longstocking, you can go have lunch now."
Re: Gillyweed collection: Ms. Longstocking, Ms. Lang and Ms. Rutledge