the buddy system detention pv finished

@Wren Windgazer @Frost Cira

Paisley liked herbology. In fact, it was her favorite subject. Doing herbology couldn't be that bad, could it? The young Gryffindor had come wearing a Hogwarts jacket and gloves, for the cold.

She had gotten up and tried to sneak out to detention alone, but Wren had woken up around the same time. Then the two girls had to walk together. Paisley would've preferred if they were never seen together again, but it would be no use for her to run ahead. So they walked in silence. For what seemed like a very. Long. Time.

Frost greeted the two girls almost too cheerfully. What's going on? Paisley wondered. They didn't deserve to be treated nicely. Paisley would've done something awful to Wren if the prefect hadn't walked in on them. Her stomach squirmed at the thought, and she shifted nervously as the prefect went on. She took the gloves, and removed her own. Her hands were met with the cold, chilly morning air. She put the others on quickly, and soon found they were rough and a little too big for her hands.

She took the scarf with a half-smile and thanked the prefect. She couldn't help but think this wouldn't be too bad. It was early, of course, and with Wren, but didn't the fact that they were doing herbology, with a prefect that seemed to be mildly okay, make up for that? She pondered this while Frost continued to speak.

Then the sweater was pulled out. Paisley practically gagged in disgust. You'd never catch her in that thing period. With Wren? Never. Paisley thought she must've been hit in the head as she went to grab it. "T-thanks," she managed to sputter. She was trying to stay calm as she turned to Wren. "You ready, Dipper?" but the prefect still had more. They were only to use one of their hands.

Now this was bad. All thoughts of it being great herbology were forgotten. She gaped at the prefect. OBviously she had never had an enemy. She seemed to nice, almost perfect, like a flower. She didn't know what it was like. Surely if she had she wouldn't put the girls through this. Paisley's heart seemed to speed up as she walked over to Wren. "Come on," she said grudgingly. "Let's get this over with." she gritted her teeth as she pulled the sweater over her head on the elf side.

[font=big caslon]Wren had never cared for herbology. The plants seemed to have some unspoken thing against her and decided never to cooperate. When she had received the owl declaring what and where the detention would take place, she instantly knew it would be a very bad day. She had woken up at the same time as Paisley, hence the awkward position they were currently in. The walk down to the grounds had felt like an eternity, but those feelings were nothing compared to what she felt now. She noticeably cringed as Paisley unfolded the sweater. It was ghastly. The little elf was composed of greens and reds and whites, all mixed together into one terrible outfit. The Santa stood stiffly next to the creature, a little candy cane shoved into the big, black belt. The only thing keeping her from bursting into a fit of laughter as Paisley slipped into the sweater was the thought that she too would have to wear it.

"Please let this be a dream." she muttered under her breath in parseltongue. She'd developed a habit of speaking in that language when she muttered to herself, or even just spoke quietly. Throwing a quickly glare at the Hufflepuff prefect, Wren stepped next to Paisley and pulled the other side of the sweater over her head. It was an incredibly uncomfortable position, and she quickly tried to pull her hand away as it brushed against her fellow Gryffindors.

"Hands to yourself, Needles." she said almost jokingly, though there was a seriousness to her voice. Awkwardly, she took a step forward. This has to be the most embarrassing thing that's happened to me. She thought as she reached down and pulled out a weed. The gloves were rough against her hands as the invasive plant was removed from the earth. Little bits of dirt flew into the air and Wren drew back quickly though was nearly pulled over by Paisley. The sweater was extremely restricting as she wasn't used to standing this still, or that close to someone for that matter.[/font]

Interacting with: @Wren Windgazer

Paisley stumbled and slid as she tried to maneuver her way into the sweater. Her face burned in shame as Wren pulled her hand away. "Shut it," she hissed back. The familiar rage boiled up inside of her. She yanked herself down to the ground and felt as the hard dirt crunched into her knees beneath the long sweater.

"Stop stop stop!" she said as Wren started digging things out of the ground. Every wrenching movement of her hands was pulling the young Gryffindor over, and she fell into Wren, her hair getting into her mouth. "Gross!" she spat it out. "When was the last time you showered?" she took a breath and tried to calm herself.

"You know what, I don't even care. I just want to be done so that I can get away from you," she stated, and rolled up her sleeve with her teeth. She got to work pulling out the weeds, making sure she was tugging Wren around in the process. Was it rude? Yes. Was it disrespectful? Yes. Was it a completely idiotic thing to do? Definitely. But Paisley didn't care. All she cared about was Wren knowing her secret.

She gritted her teeth at the thought, and scowled at the plants. She had only taken out 1 weed and it had already been about 5 minutes. She sighed defeatedly, knowing her plan to 'pull Dipper around' wasn't going to work.

"We need a plan. Now, I hate this, you hate this, let's just agree we both hate this and get on with it. Because what I'm about to do is the worst thing I think we've ever done together." Cringing, she took her arm that was still inside the sweater and linked arms with Wren. Now they were parallel to each other inside the sweater, both crouching in the same position. "Now I think this should be a little bit easier if we work together. "

[font=big caslon]Wren tried to ignore the girls comments as she continued to work, though it was proving progressively harder. Her glove was littered with flecks of dirt by now, and she resisted the urge to wipe it on Paisley's face just for the fun of it. The girl had been throwing her around nearly the whole time and she was beginning to tire of it. She had been trying to pull the weeds as fast as possible, desperate to get away from her hopefully forever, but it was impossible. They'd barely pulled out any of the weeds and still had quite a bit to do.

"We need a plan," Paisley spoke suddenly, "Now, I hate this, you hate this, let's just agree we both hate this and get on with it. Because what I'm about to do is the worst thing I think we've ever done together." Wren felt her stomach lurch as the Gryffindor took hold of her right arm, the one in the sweater, and linked arms with her, "Now I think this should be a little bit easier if we work together."

"Hey, no touching!" Wren said automatically, trying to pull away but the fabric made it impossible, "It's bad enough we have to be in this, and I refuse to do it like this." Paisley turned to look at her directly for the first time since they've gotten here. Her face was filled with sheer annoyance as she glared at her rival.

"Fine, I'll do it. Let's just hurry up so we can finish it." Forcing her arm to relax, she fell in sync with the brown haired girl as they began to pull up the weeds. It was a lot easier when they weren't pulling each other around, she had to admit, though it was still incredibly strange. After all, it's not everyday you're stuffed in a sweater with your rival for detention. Wren wasn't sure how long they had been working for, but she was incredibly grateful once they had finished. Almost immediately she flung herself out of the sweater, taking a few steps backward to put some distance between her and Paisley. Well that was an experience. She thought, taking her wand back and slipping it into her pocket.

Wren worked her way towards the school as fast as she could once they had been allowed to go. She really hoped that no one found out about this...[/font]

12.19.20→ ic date

♡ detention dissmissed! ♡

time 9:00 am, saturday the 19th
detention pulling out weeds from the garden... with a twist
[permission to pull out weeds in the garden given by professor boni!]

rules/requirements
1. roleplay rules still apply here (word count, godmodding, etc)
2. you both must post at least twice, more if you would like!
3. you do not have to wait for me to post before you reply
4. you need to write a minimum of 500 words total, most likely split into different posts

2 and 4 have been met, detention has ended

frosty's outfit!

Reducio

Despite being quite kindhearted, Frost found herself pushing down giggles as the pair of girls struggled to work together in the sweater she had provided. Now, she was no smarty pants, but that day, the Hufflepuff must have been hit with a stroke of genius.

From what she could tell from that day in the abandoned bathroom, Paisley and Wren very much disliked each other. The only thing she could think of that she knew both would hate was making them work together. So she decided on conjoining them with an ugly Christmas sweater. Cruel, but harmless. Neither of them could finish without the other.

Most of the detention, Frost had been pulling weeds of her own, often just glancing at the pair. She had mainly heard exchanges of insults and such. But there had been a turning point. That is when the prefect looked up at the girls.

A cheeky smile crept onto her freezing face as she watched them fall into sync. They were no longer pulling each other around and fighting. As Frost giggled, her breath fogged up before her. She had done the impossible. She had made it so that enemies worked together intentionally. Who knew, maybe the girls even learned that it wasn't so bad.

Once they were finished, Frost took back the sweater and returned their wands. As they both left, she let out a breath of relief. Her first detention had been successful.

thread/detention is finished!

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