Another night, another trip down to dungeon five for detention. It had been a long week and each detention seemed longer than the last. The term was truly wearing on him. Not in his wildest dreams did he think it would take so long for students to get a concept into their brains. All the leading healers said the flexibility of a young mind made it easier for them to adapt but these students were proving it false. No matter the length of time, they still believed that if they acted out enough, they would get away with it.

Calvin waited outside the door to the cell they would be having detention in, expecting the Slytherin wouldn't take much longer to arrive--if she wanted to be ontime that was.

8 pm meant 8 pm and he wouldn't be accepting excuses for tardiness, not unless she ran into a water breathing dragon who offered to teach her Arithmancy on Sundays. Show up with that excuse and he may consider it. Anything outside of that and it would be another detention most certainly--which he really didn't want to have to think about but was willing to carry out all the same.

While he waited, the professor took in the silence. Things wouldn't be quiet for much longer making it nice while it lasted.