Detention Detail PV Beyond the Treeline

Mikey had been quiet for most of the walk down. Not because he was trying to look mysterious or anything, but because it was far too early, far too humid, and he was still trying to decide if stealing potion ingredients really sounded as bad as everyone made it sound. It did Unfortunately.

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as he reached the edge of the grounds, blinking tiredly at the miserable sky overhead. The clouds hung low and heavy, and the whole place smelled like wet dirt, old leaves, and something he really hoped was not going to become part of their detention. Brilliant. This was exactly how he wanted to spend his Saturday.

The worst part was that he had actually been trying to help. Avery had mentioned needing a few ingredients for something she was working on. Not like she had asked him to do anything. Just a passing comment, the kind most people probably would have forgotten. Mikey had not forgotten. He had thought maybe he could surprise her. Make things easier before exams. Show up with what she needed and pretend it had been no trouble at all. Except now he was standing in detention because he had been caught near the potion stores with a very guilty expression and absolutely no good explanation and there was no way he was saying Avery’s name.

Mikey only half listened while Headmaster Lear explained the work ahead. Something about the wardline. Branches. Collapsed markers. Ten hours of cleanup. None of it sounded good, but honestly, he was more focused on the group of students around him. Then he saw Avery. For a second, Mikey just stared. Of all the people he expected to find here, Avery had been somewhere near the bottom of the list. She got into things sometimes, sure, but not usually like this. And if she had gotten herself into detention, he thought she would have told him. Or hinted at it. Or done that thing where she made it sound less serious than it clearly was.

Before he could think better of it, Mikey moved toward her. “Avery?” His voice came out quieter than he meant it to. More surprised than anything else. He stopped beside her, eyes quickly moving over her face like he was checking if she was alright before he asked anything else. “What are you doing here?” A second passed before his brows pulled together. Mikey looked away briefly, rubbing the back of his neck as if that would somehow help him sound casual. “I mean” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”


He glanced back toward Headmaster Lear, then toward the gloves and shears being handed out, buying himself another second before looking at her again. “I got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he said finally. That was not exactly a lie. Just not the whole truth. “Apparently that still earns you ten hours of yard work.” He shifted slightly closer, lowering his voice. “You alright?” he asked, softer now. “You usually tell me when you get into trouble.”



Action: Talking with Avery and putting gloves on

STATS
Stamina ◦ 7 | Evasion ◦ 8 | Strength ◦ 4 | Wisdom ◦ 9 | Arcane Power ◦ 6 | Accuracy ◦ 8


ABILITIES
Sixth Sense
Evasive Maneuvers

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It did sound rather shocking but Laasya had found herself in detention on Saturday. The reason was not because she snuck into Hogsmeade or the forbidden forest. She did not duel someone outside the duelling club, considering she did not know how to. It was because she vandalized a moving portrait. Of course she did not mean to do so. What happened was that one day, she walked near one of the portraits holding a glass of juice. And it was in a bright color. And once she stumbled a bit, everything went wrong. The juice spilled out from her glass. And fell on that portrait. And it looked like it had been vandalized.  So, on the crack of dawn on Saturday, Laasya dragged herself down to the grounds for her first ever detention. She arrived and saw a lot of people there, they probably had detention too. And there he was, headmaster Lear, carrying a tote bag. He announced that as a punishment, everyone were supposed to clean up the neglected portion of the ground. As it was very early in the morning, she wasn’t too keen on doing work. She woke up early everyday, but she didn’t do much work at that time. Laasya was given some dragon hide gloves and rusted shears and then it was time for the detention to begin. Honestly, she just couldn’t wait for sunset, then she could go back to Gryffindor tower and go to bed. Then she would be able to actually enjoy her Sunday.

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S.B

Word Count Reducio 376

Date Reducio 6, 13, 20, or 27 of June

Outfit Reducio Hogwarts robes with Ravenclaw badge poorly sewn over Slytherin one. Coat on top preventing the badge being seen.

Interacting With: Reducio @Tina Carille

OOC note: Reducio 1) While everything written is true for Dido, much is intentionally incorrect (eg: Dido is not in Ravenclaw)

Dido had been brought up to think of teachers, especially headteachers, as imposing but just figures to be admired.

Professor Lear and his detention were disproving more and more of Dido’s long-held beliefs by the minute.

Rolled 20 in discord
To begin with, she had somehow been landed in detention for hosting a so-called occult ritual. Dido hadn’t even ran it herself, only attending the ritual by accident, and the “ritual” itself had been nothing more than a somewhat spooky truth or dare game, though, looking back on it, Dido probably shouldn’t have tried to convince them that there was a different “Dido” who had actually been the perpetrator. So, somehow, Dido was in detention. This believed unfairness damaged the headmaster’s image enough in Dido’s eyes but it was made even more ridiculous through the ludicrous beach attire he had on and the frustratingly unbothered way he was sipping his drink. Dido ground her teeth.

The contents of the detention itself did not bother Dido nearly as much. In fact, after she quickly got over her childish resentment towards the headmaster who was overseeing their punishment, she rushed over to grab a pair of gloves and shears with a large excited smile on her face. While Dido was pleased at the prospect of time outdoors, she was also thrilled by the company she was with: Mikaela was there with her friend with the blue hair; the two Slytherin Quidditch captains were there as well, though Dido couldn’t imagine what they had done; and, out of the corner of her eye, Dido saw Tina, a girl she had grown remarkably attached to given their rocky start.

Before heading towards the Ravenclaw and without even thinking about it, Dido wrapped her coat around herself more tightly, subconsciously ensuring that no one could see the rather untidily sewn Ravenclaw crest that was emblazoned on her uniform.

She darted over to Tina, grinning even wider, and thrust out an extra pair of gloves and some shears. Dido opened her mouth to ask to be partners before faltering, the slight anxiety edging its way back into her way of being. She swallowed and then asked, more quietly than she would have liked, “Umm… Tina? Do you want to pair up? I mean-it’s fine if not!”

Mod Notes

Action: None
Calming Presence Allies: Whoever her partner ends up being (will update once determined) Remy Break

⠀ IV. Sweat, tears or the woods.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Draped in a mantle of summer sweat, glistening on his neck in tiny particles like beads, he wore as substitute for pearl necklaces. The sharp graze of intense breath inside his throat was an undeniable presence – not pleasant, but strangely familiar and comforting, a vivid reminder of childhood and running so fast your lungs gave out. It came quickly, sharp, never pitiful. Years-old wood beneath his palms, bark against flesh, flesh and palm lines intertwining to create an intricate web of twists and turns, so that when his palm gripped the broomstick, it could create either history or disaster. Yet this was entirely different. Free from any expectation or order, not of the rules, not abiding by anything – simply freedom. Winds tangled in the golden locks of the boy’s hair, the feeling of wings growing on his back, he, the height, and the broom becoming one – of height, of flight, of mind. The soft embrace of all that cradled him when lonely was the beauty of the world from above, the feeling of being king, overlooking his kingdom, in control and in awe, achieving something of his own – ruling but not owning, simply being powerful and tall.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ An early morning was filled with groans and annoyed remarks in the Slytherin boys’ dormitory. Not a single student was excited for detention; at this hour, even the goody two-shoes and teacher’s pets could not find a way to ingratiate themselves, or perhaps they simply never got in trouble, for the exhausting labour they were forced to do to repay the wrongs they had been caught for.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The remnants of yesterday evening’s events were blurry and seemed extracted from a dream-like film. The whips of tree branches struck his face as he rushed past, leaving red marks on his rosy cheeks, the traces of which were still visible in the mirror that morning; the dim light of dusk enveloped the grounds of Hogwarts like a motherly cape, offering a warm, comforting embrace, and the lullabies of birds drifted to the world as it fell asleep. It was all a faint memory, recalled only for the consequences that followed.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ He remembered a stern voice, that of a teacher – no face, just a blank, frightening, angry mask, like those used in medieval times to ward off supposed evil spirits, now worn by a teacher Sebastien did not care to identify. But from the corner of his eye, he saw it when the teacher shouted into the sky – a harsh command for him to land. The mask, not physical but metaphorical, twisted the teacher’s mouth into the roar of a beast, ready to devour Sebastien when he landed.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ He was not necessarily purely imagining. For some, detention was truly the equivalent of, or even worse than, being eaten. Consider those who put on a pointless front of being perfect and flawless, those whose parents had set high expectations for them, or those who held themselves to high standards – something Sebastien found simply unnerving and annoyingly stupid. But for him, a careless eleven-year-old Slytherin, to whom everything in the world seemed to exist solely for pleasure, this was just another adventure, a task to entertain him for a while.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Sebastien wore a plain black robe over a worn-out muggle-style sweater for efficiency in whatever work might be assigned to him, as well as for warmth in the early morning cold. His boots were tied in messy knots and already soaked with morning dew as he, along with a few other students who happened to leave the castle at the same time, headed down the hill to the lawn bordering the impenetrable grounds of the Forbidden Forest.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The boy's eyes followed the trees as they seemed to move and watch, no matter where you stepped or how high or low you went on the hill. Their long, old trunks bent and twisted in ways that were almost unnatural, imparting an eerie atmosphere around the forest.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ When he arrived, a rather large group of students had already gathered around the headmaster of Hogwarts, whom Sebastien had only seen from a distance, perhaps during lunches and dinners, though he had never been this close to the man. He listened and watched with moderate curiosity, simply out of boredom, as the grey-bearded, intimidating man spoke in a tired voice. All the while, old dragonhide gloves and rusted shears were carelessly dropped into each of the misbehaving students’ hands.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "Pairs," Sebastien heard the headmaster say the damning word as he walked past the boy, handing out tools to the students standing beyond.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Sebastien's head moved slightly as he checked the people beside him, careful not to let them notice his desperate glances, not wanting to seem like a pathetic, friendless loser. As everyone began walking around and pairing up, some with unpleasant expressions on their faces, he straightened his back, starting to feel a wave of artificial confidence build inside him. Maybe he only imagined it, but it was enough of a push for him to take a step and look for a partner.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ She stood farther away, yet he still noticed her attention-grabbing presence. A girl who seemed about his age, but looked so much more put-together and sophisticated than Sebastien could ever imagine himself being. A couple of other students stood around her, though Sebastien wasn’t sure if she was paired with any of them. He decided to approach, since she had certainly caught his eye.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Hands in his pockets, his posture awkwardly hunched, he stood out among the other first years like a sore thumb – or rather, a lanky one, given his height – as he made his way to her. He couldn’t quite understand what had possessed him to talk to a girl like her; she seemed to eat anxious boys like him for breakfast. But here he was, standing near her, and there was no way back – not after walking this far. It would be far too awkward to turn around and retrace his steps.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ His throat suddenly felt dry, so he cleared it and forced out a greeting. “Hello… Do you have a pair?” he asked. His voice was barely steady – not hesitant, but not confident either, though he had tried hard to make it seem as if he was the latter.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ He stood there on the damp grass at the shadowed edge of the woods, where clouds blocked even the rising morning sun, keeping its light from the miserably tired students, up long before their alarms, beginning the Turing journey of facing the consequences of their actions. If only there were a way to escape this, to find some entertainment on the gloomy June days, to reach the heights of the school year, and go home with memories.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Yet when your feet collide with mud or water, and it marks you with mortal blood and loam, it drowns you from your heights and strips you of your sophisticated nectar. You become like any other, lacking all your power and leeway. Their hands will cradle you – not gently, but with authority and belligerence. They will dress you in modest garments, knock the crown from your head, and thrust tools into your hands to till the land from which you once ate for free. They strip you of your power, they strip you of your pride, and you stand in the shadows as all the others laugh – they are used to this kind of life. There is a choice ahead of you.

Calming Presence is in affect for Nabi Park

With the pain coursing through every fibre of his being, this 'detention' was sure to be nothing short of torture. Unlike many of those here who would claim innocence as to why they were here, Matthew Campbell had no such misplaced beliefs. No this was entirely the young snakes fault and he was prepared to face the consequences even through the radiating throb of his headache. Yet there was also no misconception in the boys mind that what he did was anything less than righteous. After all, if your father had been ill and the answers could reside within a book, am I truly to believe you wouldn't have done the same.

The brazen quality of his actions had started with the booze. The crisp delighting burn of whisky down his throat was becoming all too common an occurrence for the not even 15 year old but when sleep wouldn't come he hardly resisted the call of its fiery script. Matthew Campbell was a mess, he had been for months and due to his belligerent resistance to accept any kind of help at risk of being a burden, his spiral of destruction was going relatively unnoticed. That was until he had the positively brilliant idea to break into the restricted section. A decision that had not only pained him rebounding off the wards but continued to shackle him by having his booze supply confiscated and landing him in detention. A punishment that very likely should have resulted in suspension if not for his circumstances.

Still as Professor Lear drew the amber liquid from his absurd tote bag like some kind of hipster millennial, only quashed by the full plate armour, Matthew couldn't help but wonder if his personal supply had become Lear's morning treat. At the thought of booze his stomach began to twist and the severely hungover boy found himself keeling over into the treeline to expel some of the bile that had been brewing. A rather nasty side effect of poor decisions. Still the pain resolved him only further, for he would suffer a million days under this torture if it brought him even a sliver closer to helping his father. A trial that was proving futile thus far.

Though last nights liquid supper had not been the only knot that twisted in the young boys stomach, for his detention had brought with it a great deal of risk to his safety. The woods that lined Hogwarts edge were a barrier of protection from outside threats, but only as they possessed a great deal of threats themselves. Staring in past the treeline Matthew was sure he could see eyes darting through the bush, a constant looming watching feeling that had his stomach doing summersaults once more. It had been months since he had sealed his fate, since he had narrowly escaped with his dormmate and sacrificed himself to do it. Still as much as the place taunted him with fear, it tempted him just as powerfully. Some nights he swore he could hear the wind calling to him to visit, urging him to let it consume him. Luckily he had been too consumed by other dangers to submit, but being this near that draw only grew hungrier.

The forest wanted him, and in many ways he wanted it.

Stumbling back after coughing up half his breakfast he took a long gurgle of water and spat out any remaining vile contents that lingered in his throat. A throat that had grown hoarse from the vomit and burn. Pouring the remaining water over his head he relished in the cool wash of it, rejuvenating his spirit and temporarily numbing the attack on his skull if only for a moment. This day was a write off already and he guaranteed he would not survive to see the end of it, but when the low thunder rumbled beneath his feat and a faint knocking came from the dark depths of the forest, Matthew wondered how right he was. With the paranoia that stole his breath, the rattling of his skull preventing logic and the knowledge of what lay within he backed up as hastily as possible until he felt a thud at his back.

Turning around he was met with the sophisticated sight of one Ms. @Nabi Park, someone he had once considered a friend despite their differences. The pair had shared a fair amount of history these last few years but it had fallen distant of late, a failure on his own part most assuredly. Catching his breath, his eyes flared with the sudden impact and he found himself spluttering out, "Sorry Nabi, I eh, I didn't see you there." The golden glint of his eyes flashed wildly as he looked behind them once more towards the forest in panic before returning them to her. "Think the old guy said something about pairs, my senses aren't really at their best today but if you're free we should catch up."

A blush forming over his face as his hand stretched to scratch at the gnawing sensation at his neck he quickly added, "only if you want to that is." The hairs on his neck stood at attention even through the soothing calm he was so desperately trying to conjure as he could not shake that feeling of being stalked. This close to the danger he knew they were prey for the picking so if Nabi accepted he would point towards the debris furthest from the woods and suggest, "let's start over there, we both know that forest has a death wish for us."

Interacting with Nabi Park
Action: Moving away from the treeline

Code by Fawkes Chaos

WC: 273

Interactions:@Derek Alexander Jay

DATE: June 2026 TIME: Midday

Outfits:

Reducio

Flame walked down the front steps and out to the grounds. She could not believe she had gotten detention! And in the last week of school too! She had never been caught out after curfew before! She reached the part of the lawn where all the other students who had gotten detention were. She walked up and found a place to stand. She looked around. Some of her friends were here and some people she recognized were standing around. Flame didn’t talk to anyone and waited for the teacher to show up and start the detention.

Flame was surprised when Headmaster Lear walked up and started giving instructions. Apparently they were cleaning up this area of the school and they were going to do it till Sunset. Which by Flames calculations was 10 hours away. Flame was pretty sure that the school couldn’t do this to them cause it was child labour but she wasn’t about to speak up about it now. She watched as the Head master reached into his bag and pulled out a folding lawn chair, something that looked like a cup and a mysterious liquid that Flame strongly suspected was Alcohol based.

Once the Headmaster had launched out the supplies Flame walked up and grabbed a pair of gloves. She looked around for a section of debris that wasn’t swarmed with students. The faster she could get this done the better and Flame always worked better by herself ormond a pair or group of three.

When Flame had finally spotted a part that there wasn’t a Million kids at she walked over and started breaking branches and clearing paths.

Roll: #9 Caught out After Curfew

Stats
Stamina: 7
Evasion:5
Strength:6
Wisdom:5
Arcane Power:6
Accuracy:6