Closed DETENTION Colors Of Winter

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Prat walked slowly into the classroom, a heavy sigh on his expression and the weight of his impending detention. Kim, his "supposedly" partner in crime was there too.

Prat however did not know who this man was, he didn't even know he existed until EmmaLee lied and framed the both of these peace loving, rule following pure souls. Prat felt annoyed with how this girl who looked smaller than him had interfered in his task.

She was the epitome of annoyance at the sight; this was not what he had signed up for when he had agreed to come along with his mother and met Kim at hogsmeade, he didn't even know hogsmeade was a place until today. Yes, he was lying even to himself, he wasn't about to just agree with a prefect who managed to ruin his day.

EmmaLee, the ever-diligent form of a prefect, ugh. In Prat's view, If she could attempt to act anymore perfecty she'd strain her neck with how far she was bending over backwards to follow these stupid rules.

When she was in the midst of explaining some mumbo jumbo about detention to him, all his thought were how she sounded suspiciously like one of those muggle buzzers he had heard. Those with obnoxiously loud voice, one so irritating he wished he could fill his ears shut.

Her words were an endless stream of nails of chalkboard for him. As uninteresting to him as the latest news among goblin. Not his circus not his clowns.

Once she was done yapping, he grabbed the quill almost defiantly, his mind already turning gears as he decided ways to make this task as painless for him and as excruciating for her.

He knew he could write up a few hundred words for an essay easily, the sooner he got started, the sooner he could get out of here and back to the real world.

That however would be no fun for him. Thus, he sat down heavily at the desk.

His eyes scanned the parchment and quill laid in front of him. He was aware he had to serve detention, but he wasn't going to make it easy for her.

He glanced over at her and smiled, "Can i have a glass of water?" asking her politely. Surely if she was going to hold him captive, she'd atleast provide them with necessities. If she didn't, well that was an entirely different conversation waiting to happen.

A mischievous smile began to spread across Prat's face as he dipped his quill into the ink. He began scribbling down his thoughts, this essay was going to be award worthy.

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Hogsmeade, though considered among many a picturesque retreat from the rigors of our school life, is not a playground for the young and innocent students of hogwarts in any way, shape or form. The utterly enchanting village harbors a variety of problems that could lead to numerous troubles and side effects for those not yet of age. The Three Broomsticks, a favorite hangout spot of the many older students of our school, is notorious for its butterbeer. However, they famously also serve more...adult beverages. The proximity of unsupervised first and second year students to such substances could prove disaster not only for the school's reputation among the parents, but also with the ministry and those that have harbored their trust in it.

Their inexperience amplified only by their own curiosity could lead them down a slippery slope of poor choices, with severe consequences far outweighing a hangover. We all are well aware of what these kids can get up to when they get a bit too tipsy.

The village is a nexus for witches and wizards from all walks of life, including some whose intentions are either unclear or simple not as pure, no fault in that. However, Unidentified individuals, some with dubious backgrounds, pass through the village every day and their association with kids could only be considered a bad influence. The first and second years, still learning the nuances of the world outside the comfort of their homes, might not be able to discern a potential friend from foe. Their lack of experience and childish appearance renders them easy targets for scammers, thieves and those who go much lower.

On the flip side of the argument however, one has to contemplate whether these rules are truly protecting us or are they merely a prison keeping the young students from their true potential? Once could argue how staying in the castle is a rule that's meant to protect the younger kids, however what of the trouble that is stirred up within these walls everyday.

Stay with me now, these very walls of Hogwarts that are meant to shield students, is famously known for harboring multiple secrets. Secrets like the Chamber of Secrets, an argument waiting to made on how danger is not exclusively found in hogwarts but is ever present if you sign up to be a hogwarts student.

and let us not overlook or forget the brutality of Quidditch just in the favour of calling it a school sport. It's a sport where the thirst for victory often takes it's players to tragic ends. Bruises, bone break, getting knocked out and sometimes even more dire consequences.

Why should the kids not be allowed to navigate the lessons of the wider world, even with its risks, when they already do so within these high walls of Hogwarts. These experinces would only help the new kids learn to discern things much better, read other people upon meeting them and overall being a better learner of life.

- Prat Pass

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Prat's heart sank internally as he watched the flaming parchment fall from EmmaLee's hand, the words he had crafted with such care and glee, she had turned them to Ashes.

It wasn't just about the essay anymore; this was now about the principle of it all.

He had worked hard on all of that, albeit on a tangent from the assigned topic, yet she had no authority to dismiss it with a mere flick of her wrist.

This puff prefect EmmaLee was now nothing better than a petty tyrant, the very kind of authority he despised. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing at the flames in the air before they died out.

He knew this was her only way to feel in control, to assert her own stupid brand of dominance upon those as she held them in captivity. A feeble attempt at lying to herself, to prove that she was in charge.

It was a classic case among those given a taste of power. They immediately became drunk on it. She was probably one of those kids who had been picked last for every Quidditch game she ever played and now had the chance to feel important.

He would make sure this moment shall come to bite her back one day, even if it meant playing by her rules for the moment. But in the back of his mind, he already had a plan.

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Hogsmeade, though considered among many a picturesque retreat from the rigors of our school life, is not a playground for the young and innocent students of hogwarts in any way, shape or form. The utterly enchanting village harbors a variety of problems that could lead to numerous troubles and side effects for those not yet of age. The Three Broomsticks, a favorite hangout spot of the many older students of our school, is notorious for its butterbeer. However, they famously also serve more...adult beverages. The proximity of unsupervised first and second year students to such substances could prove disaster not only for the school's reputation among the parents, but also with the ministry and those that have harbored their trust in it.

Their inexperience amplified only by their own curiosity could lead them down a slippery slope of poor choices, with severe consequences far outweighing a hangover. We all are well aware of what these kids can get up to when they get a bit too tipsy.

The village is a nexus for witches and wizards from all walks of life, including some whose intentions are either unclear or simple not as pure, no fault in that. However, Unidentified individuals, some with dubious backgrounds, pass through the village every day and their association with kids could only be considered a bad influence. The first and second years, still learning the nuances of the world outside the comfort of their homes, might not be able to discern a potential friend from foe. Their lack of experience and childish appearance renders them easy targets for scammers, thieves and those who go much lower.

Furthermore, the youthful minds of first and second years are like sponges, able to absorb the world around them. In Hogsmeade, they might become pawns in the schemes of their more seasoned elder. Seniors, armed with knowledge in deception and trickery could coerce or cajole the younger students into purchasing items for them, some that usually they would not like to be seen in association with. This not only places an unfair burden on the innocent first-years, potentially draining their already meager funds, but it also on their parents. Leading the first year to suffer from parental woes. Imagine the horror of a Galleon-less child, much worse if it was yours. Forced to explain to their Muggle parents the sudden absence of the savings. All because of a 'harmless' trip to the village where they agreed to help their senior under the guise of friendship.

Moreover, the tragic event that unfolded in Hogsmeade sometime ago serves as a huge reference to why these rules stand. An evidence for how the existence of danger can be found in even the most seemingly benign locations you could imagine, can harbor. Young witches and wizards, in the heat of the moment, may not yet possess the skills or instincts necessary to navigate such an emergency. Thus acting more as nuisance and making rescue of others even harder.

Lastle, the treats of the village, from the mouthwatering delights of Honeyduke's to the heavenly aroma of the Three Broomsticks' kitchen, are designed to lure unaware kids into a spending frenzy. The average first or second year, armed only with their weekly allowance could easily succumb to spending all their fortune on fancy looking food.

- Prat Pass

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Prat took a deep breath, as he observed Kim approaching The Self appointed Witch Overlord of all french dwarfs, in other words the prefect who had become the bane of Prat's existence for the last few hours. Kim approached her with his finished essay, "speedy" was all prat commented in his mind

He felt slightly competitive, a sense of wanting to catch up building within him. Deciding to shake it off with a nonchalant shrug, he picked up one of the small cakes kim had offered to him and EmmaLee and took a small bite, just enough to taste the flavours. The sweetness coated his tongue, and he could no longer feel any of the previous tension or resentment in the room until it stayed on his palate. It was strange of Kim to bring comfort food, that too for her but it was all well in the end as it tasted nice by Prat's standards.

He turned to the parchment laid out before him. Dipping his quill in the ink, he began to etch the words in bold, black letters. Each stroke was deliberate, the corners of his mouth curving slightly from satisfaction in the task. While this was a punishment of sorts, to Prat it also felt quite relaxing as he drew things on this blank canvas of sorts he had been given.

His mind thought of the art that awaited him upon completion, thinking of the vivid colors he'd use to bring the words to life. But first, he had to endure the mundane task of actually making his ideas real. 'At least I'm not getting stuck with the worse things', he thought. He'd seen someone be made to clean the owlery, this was so much better than that.

His feelings overall about the situation were a strange mix of annoyance and amusement. The cakes were surprisingly good, which only made the task of writing the signs feel more like a game than punishment. He quickly finished the last two signs, making sure to sprinkle in a few creative twists to satisfy the prefect lest she burn her creations again.

He stood up, the snake's eyes going onto the frame of Emmalee, unblinking and seemingly judgmental.

"Let's get this over with." He muttered to himself before striding over to EmmaLee. Prat wished he could throw her down the lake for her previous actions, but he had to act civil here.

With the signs in hand, he showed them to her before turning to leave the warmth of the room. The cold draft of the hallway hit him like a punch. He sighed, resigned to the fate of posting the signs in the frosty Hogsmeade air.

Prat stepped out into the cold air, the taste of the cake still lingering on his breath. He glanced at the first sign in his hand, the words "No Y1 or Y2 Students allowed to visit hogsmeade, it's for your own safety !!" staring back at him with a sense of irony.

With a swift motion, he cast spongify at the ground and planted the first sign firmly into it, making sure it was visible to any wandering eyes.

The trek to the halfway mark to Hogsmeade was peaceful, the crunch of frost underfoot the only sound accompanying him on this adventure of redemption. Planting the second sign with a flourish, the snake whispered to himself , "almost done. Just one more."

Upon reaching the Hogsmeade entrance, he took a deep breath, the scent of chocolate and roasting chestnuts from the village wafting over. The third and final sign went up with a satisfying thunk and a huge grin on his face.

He stepped back to survey his handiwork, the three obnoxious statues of rules limiting the capabilities and growth of students standing tall. Despite the chilly wind nipping at his nose, he felt a huge burden lifted. He'd done his time, paid his penance, and now he had the whole night ahead of him.

Soon he went back to report to EmmaLee.

Reducio

If nothing else comes up, Prat has left the thread.