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     How he had managed to get himself into detention was probably going to be a discussion for the ages. Apparently, it was frowned upon to hex your classmates, even when they really did deserve it. So McGonagall, the old hag, had decided that his detention would consist of writing lines. He would have preferred to clean cauldrons in the dungeons, but she had apparently figured that out.

     When he’d entered the classroom, there was nobody else there, which was probably for the better. He preferred detention without onlookers. So when the door opened and someone else came in, he groaned, muttered “Merlin’s beard” under his breath, and rolled his eyes, all before he had even noticed it was someone from his own House. He knew who it was, hell /everyone/ in Slytherin probably knew who the guy was. He’d made sure of that. And with all the side-hustles the guy had going on, almost everyone had had an encounter at one point or another. But to say he could remember his /name/…

     “So what are you here for?”

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     She’d heard some voices in the distance as she’d made her way through one of the hallways, on her way to the library. Sounded like people arguing, which happened way more often than you would think. This many teenagers crammed together in one building, tensions could get high. So, at first, she hadn’t paid much attention to it. If it got bad, teachers would probably get involved. She hated to get involved in the arguments of other people. Usually, when she did get involved, the whole situation turned on its head and both parties ended up blaming her, and the day had just been long enough as it was.

     So she turned the corner, kept looking down at her book, and was about to pretend to not hear any of it when some of the words that were spoken reached her, and she slowed a little. An eyebrow arched, she glanced back across her shoulder to see what was going on. There seemed to be three guys surrounding one other person. She’d seen him before. Or heard him before. He was hard to miss.

     “Hey!” She called out, snapping the book shut with one hand, and drawing her wand with the other, pointing it straight between the biggest one’s eyes. “Unless you want your face to look even nastier than it does right now, I’d get to stepping.” She twitched her wand in the direction she had come from. “I am not afraid to lose some house points and hex you into next week.” She stared him straight into the face, not moving and keeping her wand trained of his features, waiting for him to move. It took him a while to make a decision - he didn’t seem all that smart - but in the end, all three of them tucked tails and ran. She kept following them with her eyes until they turned the corner, at which time she sighed, turned to face the fourth young man, tucked her wand up her sleeve, and smiled. “Are you okay?”