Sunrise Detention for the Soul pv detention

Graci had her first and hopefully but probably not last detention. And naturally it was running.

She didn't have anything against running... but she didn't particularly enjoy it. Though, it wouldn't be too bad for her because she was used to running laps from volleyball. You'd think volleyball would be less running than a lot of sports. She had ran more in volleyball practices than basketball practices last season.

Welp, might as well start already. But not keeping pace with him, I'll stay a bit behind... or start keeping pace and gradually figure out how slow I am.

Graci was quite glad she had decided to bring tennis shoes with her, if she hadn't she would be in deep trouble.

She started and soon found she was a weee bit out of shape, but she was nonetheless determined to keep pace with the... professor? She didn't actually know his title, she hadn't seen him before but she figured that if he was high enough of the ladder to give detentions he wasn't one to mess around.

Deigning it best to not be by friends she picked up her slowing pace and focused on her breathing, her one struggle when it came to running.

The two laps were a lot longer than she had estimated, but her determination to not be last was stronger than her need for rest. Apparently running was just a mental battle but she disagreed, it was a physical one too.

Ugh, note to self, never get detention again. Or at least make it worth it then. Or do it with a different teacher.

Graci wasn't one to be really reflective but she realized this was a learning opportunity. Most punishments were.

Lap two almost over. This sucks. A lot. Once I'm done I'm leaving. Not talking to anyone.

Graci finished her laps panting, a stitch in her side, and further behind than she would've liked, but definitely not last. Good riddance detention.

Interacting with : Reducio @Ruckus Weems + feel free to interact with Kaitlyn

Date: Reducio morning, before May 14th, when Kaitlyn was named a prefect

Notes: Reducio Speech: #3CB371 Thoughts: italics

Outfit: Reducio outfit (with flats instead of a heeled shoe)

Kaitlyn trudged up to the lake, the soles of her shoes scraping the grass as she walked. Ever since they were caught after curfew, she had been in a foul mood. She hated herself for not noticing the time and leaving sooner … and, more importantly, hated herself for even attending the gathering. What did she get in return? A detention! And for the most mundane thing! If she had to be honest, she would’ve thought that she would’ve gotten a detention for visiting Hogsmeade, visiting the Forbidden Forest, taking a swim in the lake, or even for merely walking around not in uniform (she honestly wore sandals whenever she could).

The young Slytherin let out a soft sigh as she joined the other students in detention. “Hi, Mr. Weems,” she greeted him cheerfully, ignoring her simmering anger, as she arrived. She glanced at the other students, but didn’t greet any in particular. While not mad at any of them, she also wasn’t in the mood to talk. Her blue eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the detention, as she played with her pigtail braids.

As she was wearing the regular Slytherin girls' uniform, Kaitlyn was thankful for having chosen to wear her flat Mary Janes for this detention … along with a longer skirt than normal. When they began to run, Kaitlyn opted for a more moderate pace. ‘I would try to keep up with Mr. Weems … if I were dressed differently. I wouldn’t be surprised if he saw me running before. I like waking up extra early to come out here to run … never around the lake, though. My usual path is near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, past the shore of the lake, down to the pathway to Hogsmeade, then back to the entrance hall. Maybe I’ll run around the lake more … especially as the flowers bloom. I love flowers,’ she thought, a light flush blooming on her cheeks.

Glancing over her shoulder, Kaitlyn looked briefly at the shiny surface of the lake. ‘I wonder how much trouble I’d get in if I accidentally tripped and fell into the lake. I’m nowhere near that clumsy, but part of me wants to do it … Ah, not during a detention … Maybe some other time … and maybe at a time where an accident would be believable,’ a small smirk formed on her lips.

While her mind raced with thoughts, the two laps flew by. Nearing the endpoint for the second lap, Kaitlyn slowed and came to a halt. She sat on the ground, stretching. She was clearly sweating, with a few drops of sweat dripping from her braids. Otherwise, she looked like the run barely phased her.

Word Count:

Reducio

Note: 456 words

I grinned, frightening a few of the other students. Now this was my type of detention. There was nothing better than a good run to wake up you up and start the day. I inwardly thanked my father for forcing me to run with him in the mornings since I was 4. I smirked at the groans of my companions in penal servitude when their slow brains figured out just what exactly we were doing. I smiled at the caretaker, who looked slightly taken back at my jovial attitude.
"Good morning Ruckus! Isn't this a great day for a run?"
I grinned again at the caretaker before moving away. I started randomly singing a song as the sweet, sweet tones of Michael Bublé were filling up my head as I memorized the sound and background noises that the song had. I hummed along, ignoring the shocked looks from other students as I ran with ease. I sang a bit along, feeling that the lyric were truly made for today

"Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel"

I sang feeling my soul fly out into the sun, free as the bird in the song.


"Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good"
I grinned at the part where he sang "feeling good" because I was. Today was a great day and I was going to take advantage of it.

Interacting with: @Ruckus Weems Mentioning: N/A Date: N/A

Word Count: 284

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Avery was tired. She groaned internally when she got the note that said to wear "physical fitness" clothes. She already guessed what they were going to do, and she wasn't exactly excited. Though, spending time with Mikey and her new friends would be great! That alone would probably be what propelled her to keep going even though she knew it would be hard on her. She walked down the stairs and towards the Great Lake. She wore a red sweatshirt that was a little big on her paired with some short black shorts. She also made sure to grab an old pair of tennis shoes she used whenever she went hiking since they were the easiest to run in. Once she had arrived at the lake she waved to her friends before managing a "Morning prof." To professor Weems before beginning her run. She was breathing hard by the end of the first lap as she tried to keep up with her friends. There was no way that she would be able to keep up with the fastest runners. The only time she ran fast was when adrenaline filled her. Towards the end of the second lap, Avery was gasping for air as dark spots edged her vision. She was exhausted and collapsed in a heap next to everyone else as she gasped for breath. She still didn't know why this happened whenever she did strenuous activity. Maybe she would pay a visit to the Hospital Wing? No. It wasn't worth it. Colin was no longer an intern since the program was disbanded, so trips to the wing made things a little more nerve racking since she hadn't personally met the new healer yet.

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TIME |
DATE | before May 14th
INTERACTING |@Ruckus Weems

Dialogue/Thoughts
Thoughts - #009e77┃ Speech - #007514

OUTFIT

ℭaspian had been so excited. Detention! His first one, and probably not the last. A rite of passage, really. Detention meant you were interesting. A little daring. It was practically a badge of honor.
He’d imagined something classic—polishing trophies, maybe scrubbing cauldrons by hand, but then his excitement faltered, brow furrowing as he read the instructions once, then again. “Clothes fit for physical fitness.”
Caspian had stared at those words like they had personally betrayed him, then read it again in disbelief. Physical what?!
“This is cruel and unusual,” he muttered, collapsing backwards onto his bed like a Shakespearean tragic hero. Running? Running?! This was not what he had signed up for. So now here he was: trudging toward the lake at an hour he considered offensive, in the most tragically unflattering outfit he owned, greeted by sunshine so aggressive it felt like it was mocking him.
The lake sparkled. The breeze was crisp. Birds were singing.
Caspian wanted to hex all of it.
“Morning,” he mumbled to Ruckus, as if he were arriving at a funeral.
The laps were pure torture. His legs felt like they were auditioning for a tragic ballet. His lungs? Decorative. Absolutely useless. By the end, Caspian collapsed theatrically in the grass, one arm flung over his forehead.
“Tell my parents I loved them,” he gasped, voice hoarse with despair. “ And if Bree survives this—avenge me.”
A beat passed.
Then, from the edge of his vision, he saw it: the refreshment table.
His eyes squinted against the cruel sunlight. “Are those…croissants?”

Note: This takes place before May 14, 2025, when Ruckus received his promotion. He is still the caretaker for the purposes of this detention.

Ruckus grabbed a small cup of water off the table he had prepared. He had barely broken a sweat, but from the looks of it, two laps was enough for most of the detentioners. A few of them had happily excelled, however. He noticed the only second-year, @Kaitlyn Connor, seemed to be an accomplished runner. @Bree Grey even kept a steady pace with her extra lap. And @Nyx Blackheart sang while running—a true feat.

"Ye three have a knack for runnin'. I'm here every mornin', usually around sunrise, if ye'd like to join me again. Us wizarding folks ignore fitness a bit too much, I think."

The other runners were collaposed in pile, conveniently next to the snack pile. @Caspian Villin, in particular, was putting on a show of how tired he was—though he wasn't too tired to reach for the croissants.

"The rest of ye are welcome to join me runs as well. Ye probably need to build up some stamina. Just because ye can magic away heart disease, doesn't mean should ye go lookin' for it in the first place."

One member of the fallen heap didn't seem to be exaggerated her heavy breathing. In fact, @Avery Gray's gasps had a troubling quality to them. "Miss Gray? Are you okay? If ye don't feel alright, I'd be happy to walk ye to the hospital wing."