“Honestly I don’t understand why my own dad wouldn’t get me outta detention.” Frankie said, sighing as she looked down at her notebook full of doodles. “I really hate this.”
“Do people ever tell you how hot your dad is? Just wondering.” The metamorphagi mused with shrug of his shoulders, “Hey! Detention isn’t ALL that bad. You just need to know how to make it fun. Lucky for you, Longbottom. I’m the KING of detention. Nobody is in here more than me. I know each Professor and their weak spots. Aka I know precisely how to push the limits without getting us into further trouble.”













