LOVERS' LAIR?!?!

Seriously?

Professor Hadley's 'brewing romance' phrase was quickly becoming less and less amusing. Detention could at least make him look like he was a tough guy for breaking rules, but being stuck in Lovers' Lair totally threw that idea out the window... And the lovers' part wasn't even true! After grudgingly surrendering his wand to Professor Hadley, Paulie stalked off to his assigned detention hall where he waited for Louisa, Professor Roslund, and Professor Hadley.

LOVER'S LAIR?

Louisa barged into the room, her eyes wide as those of a house-elf. She scanned the room quickly, her breaths were ragged a bit with panic at the image she'd gotten from the room's name. But in a moment, all her hyperness went away.

PHEW! No love seats or any red decorations, and most importantly no candles or flowers were laid around! She felt like falling to her knees and sobbing her gratefulness out. Really. It would've been worse than the torture chamber being in a love lair with Paulie Foster the mad hatter, regardless of her relationship status.

Walking further into the awfully wrong-named room, she gave Paulie an amused look, "I'm not calling you 'honey'." Her tone wasn't harsh or grumpy like the one she used with Roslund, this boy seemed not enjoying this as much as she did which made them on one side against the professors. Yes, she was not going to waste one evening of her study-ahead schedule by being grumpily in detention. She wanted to have some fun.

Following closely behind Paulie, she waited just outside the lair for Eddie and Louisa to show up. Once she spotted the latter checking in with the astronomy professor, she proceeded into the lair.

She smiled in amusement at the fifth year when she mentioned about calling the boy 'honey'. Or not, technically. Her gaze flickering between the two of them, she briefly wondered if she'd made an error. But on the same token, even if she and Eddie HAD misinterpreted, they had to know - especially as older students - that being close as they were was not appropriate for the library. First things first, she cast a bubble-head charm on herself and Eddie too. No reason why they should have to sit through any foul odors.

"Right, before we get started, you'll need to put these on. Just over your clothes is fine..." she walked over toward the wall and picked up two raggedy looking worn shirts. "Don't worry," she said, anticipating Paulie's reaction. "It's just a long shirt. I'm not that evil as to make you wear a dress." And if she did, then she'd be sure to include tights in the wardrobes as well. The shirts probably smelled liked they were a 100 years older and never been washed. The latter was probably true, actually.

"Now, before I give you your task... can either of you tell me why you've been summoned to detention on this fine afternoon?"

Louisa turned to look at the professors as they filed in after her. Her amused look was instantly wiped off her face and replaced by a hard I-Have-Attitude one. She was mad at both of them at the moment, especially Roslund since he knew very well that she had a boyfriend who doesn't go by the name of Paulie Foster and yet he confirmed Hadley's 'hallucinations'. The fact that he might've forgotten the whole conversation was not acceptable for Louisa right then, so... yep, she was going to stay mad for a while.

When the professor flicked her wand and the bubble was wrapped around her head and another one around Roslund's, Louisa instinctively moved closer to the only other person, ready to hide behind him in case something was shot at them. The professors were taking safety precautions after all.

Were they going to drown them? Shackle them and fill the room with water to force them surviving? WHATWASTHATCHARMFOR?!

Oh.

They were going to wear shirts. Well, what was the whole show of Bubble charm for then? Louisa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched Hadley pick up two shirts off the wall. Once she moved her hand with the shirts, Louisa's eyes watered. WHAT in the world was that awful, stinging, poisonous smell? She blinked several times, wrinkling her nose and made a face. She was NOT going to wear a shirt that grew molds, nope. She held the filthy yet looking clean shirt with two fingers, "I don't think it's healthy to be near this, professor." Not for those who cared about their image in public.

... at Hadley's question next, Louisa spoke quickly, "It's because we talked to a friend, who happened to be from the opposite gender, in the library and was standing within a foot away from each other." Sarcasm: check. Bitterness: check. Guilty: heck, no. Apparently we have to be professors to do that, that was juuuust about to slip but she clenched her jaws to prevent it.

Following closely behind Louisa since he deemed her to be the one to blow up on them all Edvard was glad that she didn't have her wand with her. He hadn't forgotten their conversation from a few nights ago about her having a boyfriend called Jao. In a teenagers life though things could change rapidly so the scene he and Josephina had stumbled upon wasn't unnatural.

As the protective bubble surrounded him Edvard walked up to stand next to Josephina while she instructed the detentioneers to get dressed in two beige shirts. Louisa of course not unsurprising was the first to protest. Taking on a stern tone Professor Roslund said "Put on the shirt Miss Carter. The shirt will not harm you. Any odour it might have will disappear if you take a shower after the detention is over."

Louisa explained why she thought she was in detention. Turning to Paulie he waited to hear what he had to say.

Josephina frowned at Louisa's stubborn complaints about not wearing it. Did she really have so little faith in them that they would make them wear something that would cause growths. She flashed a brief flicker to Eddie when he encouraged her to wear it, stating the obvious that it would not harm them. Truth. They were professors, not dark artists trying to manipulate the student's brains. "I wouldn't have you wear something that wasn't safe," she reiterated, before moving onto the next point of interest.

"But had you been standing within a foot, you would have been alright..." Fina responded. "Yet, your friend," she inclined her head to Paulie, "had leaned into you. I may not be your peer, but I'm foolish enough to consider that the look he gave you wasn't an accident." Though they may have just been playing around, but she wasn't entirely sure that would have been appropriate either.

... "So in detention today, there are two tasks for you... The first," she inclined her head toward the slimey green wall, with spiders crawling in the cracks... "Wash that wall. Using nothing but hard work and perseverance." Two values that if they learned nothing else at Hogwarts, she hoped the students would learn that. Being the nice professor she was, she materialized two pairs of rubber gloves for each of them, along with a single bucket of soapy water. They'd have to share. But obviously, not get too close.

When Louisa entered the room, Paulie was glad to find that she wasn't going to be taking her frustrations out on him. He even gave a smirk at her play at a joke. "Yeah, well. I prefer 'sugar' anyhow."

They didn't have to wait much, and when the professors joined them as well, they seemed like they wanted to cut to the chase. Thank Merlin. Get this thing over with! As bad as these dungeons smelled, an even worse stench wafted into his nostrils just as some beige dress was being tossed at them. Just as he was about to protest about wearing a dress, Hadley seemed to have read his thoughts. It was a shirt? "Oh. Yeah, I guess it looks more like a tunic or something.." Wearing an article of clothing, despite how smelly it was, wasn't all that horrible, so Paulie just held his breath and pulled the thing on. "This kinda makes me look like Robin Hood, huh?" He glanced at their professors, then back to Louisa. "C'mon, Helen. Put it on! There's no Robin Hood without Little John." He managed to stifle his chuckle, but the hints of a grin still twitched at the corners of his lips. If only smelly tunics were the extent of their punishment... sighhh.

Right, so Louisa's response as to why they were here sounded good enough to him, but Professor Roslund still looked at him expectantly, so Paulie answered. "Pretty much what she said. Uh, we were talking, and I guess you guys thought we might've been doing something else 'cause we were standing close together, but that was probably my fault 'cause I moved closer to tell her something." He tugged on the fabric of his new.. clothes, which fit a little too small on him. His hands went to the pockets, but he immediately realized this was a bad idea. Something sticky had hit his thumb. Gum, maybe? Or worse. Making a face, he wiped his hands on the shirt thing and returned his eyes to Professors Hadley and Roslund.

Wait, look? "What look?" The words fell from his mouth before he could stop them, but he waited for an answer from Professor Hadley all the same. Maybe she was a professor, but that didn't mean she couldn't be too quick to misinterpret this WHOLE thing.

Although he was still rather hung up on whatever this 'look' business was, Paulie was pretty pleased to hear that they just had to clean a wall the muggle way. Soap and water and sponges and all that. "Okay, clean the wall.." He looked to Professor Roslund, then to the Arithmancy professor. "What's the second task?"

He even dared speak to her! Roslund! Oh, the cheeks of some people. Without meeting his eyes or giving ANY response to the professor, the girl considered taking off her hoodie and wearing the molded shirt over her red tight shirt but... Hadley and Paulie were cheering her on as well. Ignoring Hadley, because that was what she wanted to do throughout the detention, ignore the hallucinating old people and focus on her task, Merlin have mercy on her what kind of task she was about to do.

Louisa quickly took two steps away from the smelly boy who seemed so eager to get on with things no matter what kind of filth he wore. With a pointed look, humorlessly Louisa replied to the Robin Hood joke, "More like a monkey in an animal skin suit," Which was the closest thing she had in mind, okay? Ignoring the 'little John' comment, because she so was going to get to that later, Louisa was still holding the shirt with two fingers when Hadley spoke again.

O_____O Paulie gave her a what? Louisa's cheeks couldn't help from going slightly rosy at this, the girl refused to let them burn and she deepened her frown. "He'd just called me 'little John'." In case any of the professors were mistaken by the fact that Paulie saw Louisa as a girl.

Moving her gaze to the wall that was supposed to be cleaned, Louisa's eyes were wide again -they seemed to widen a lot today- but this time with panic for there was a JUNGLE of INSECTS on the wall. "Wh- Cou- Bu-" yep, she kind of couldn't speak because in reality she wanted to just throw the shirt on Roslund's head, kick Paulie somewhere and shove Hadley out of her way and out of this torture lair.

Considering the fact that her wand was not with her, and Paulie was so taller than her, not to mention Roslund and Hadley's bigger figure... she submitted to the fact that this was ----wait for it---- detention.

With a sniff, Louisa took a loud deep breath and slipped the filthy molded shirt over. She stayed breathless for another minute, pushing her lungs to their limit, until she was about to suffocate, that was when she started breathing the stinging filthy air again. "Couldn't we just wear Mr. Williamson's swimsuits?" If Hideousness was what Hadley wanted, they were probably more hideous than this.

What the heck was the next task? And she was NOT going to speak. HMPH.

Ah, well at least one of the pair didn't seem to complain about the hideous shirt. But then again, he was a male. And a Gryffindor. Weren't Gryffindors supposed to be brave or something? That's what she figured anyway. Robin Hood? Fina shook her head in amusement. She had no idea that kids these days were into classic muggle tales. But that would explain some of the Arithmancy grades.

Helen? Little John? He moved closer to just tell her something? Bewilderment struck the Arithmancy Professor as she looked between the pair, then at Eddie, back to the pair. "The look... you know..." she said, trying to make some sense of this whole situation. Was it really just a misunderstanding?

Confused and lost in thought, she barely heard the Gryffindor when he asked about the second task. "You'll see when you finish cleaning the slime off the wall..." she said, trailing off again, as she heard Louisa complain about the nickname 'Little John'. "I think... he means it as a term of endearment. Men are complicated like that." But of course, who was she to understand them? "Besides, I believe he called you Helen first." At least she wasn't the only one confused. Paulie didn't even know his friend's name.

"If you work together, I think you'll find you'll get this accomplished faster," she said, just as more slime seemed to appear from where they've cleaned already.

ooc: you should make at least two good posts of you two working together to clean...

"...if you whisper anything to me again, I'm going to kill you." That was the first natural thing Louisa said to Paulie when she wore her rubber gloves and went toward the slimy wall. "Take the upper part and I'll take the lower one," she stated; No asking, no pretty please, and no nothing. He was taller, he was the boy, he gets the hard work. It was logic.

And wait a minute, they were going to share the bucket? That was probably the highlight of the girl's detention so far. Only it meant that she had indeed to work with the Gryffindork. Bummer, she wanted to ignore him as well after all the names he'd given her. The fifteen years old, and almost sixteen, grabbed a sponge and dipped it in the bucket slowly. Her face was a compilation of grumpiness, disgust, and fear. The little spiders roaming at parts of the insect jungle explained the fear. Raising the sponge from the bucket, without squeezing it, she wiped at the wall. The water from the sponge drowning moving small black dots that Louisa had no idea what those were, nor she cared. She wiped again and again at the same spot with her now-dry sponge.

Two or three minutes of wiping at that spot, she stopped and took a look at it. It looked... well, the wall showed up from under the slime. She took that as 'clean' and dipped her sponge in the bucket once more making a splash which hopefully would land on Paulie's foot. HEHEHE.

Paulie waited for Professor Hadley's comment about this 'look,' and when she did answer, it wasn't very convincing. No surprise there, because there was no look. She was just making things more and more awkward! Aah well. She read it wrong; big deal. Paulie shook his head in response, then moved over to put on some rubber gloves.

Of course they would make them wait to find out what the second task was. Paulie had a feeling they would do this. The sixth year headed over towards the wall, but he grinned and glanced back at Hadley when she suggested that 'Little John' was a term of endearment. He looked to Professor Roslund, a guy, and lifted an eyebrow to see if he agreed with this logic. "'Helen's part of her nickname. I give everyone nicknames," he explained, turning back to the wall and picking up a soapy sponge. Perhaps he ought to come up with some for THOSE two adults over there. Yeah, he bet they were the real library lovers here.

When the slime oozed onto the little bits of the wall that were already cleaned, Paulie figured they better follow Hadley's suggestion. Not that he wouldn't work with Louisa anyhow. He gave a snort at the very first comment Louisa directed at him. "Oh, shucks. I was so set on whispering sweet nothings to you while we smell nasty smells and clean grime off a dungeon wall." He flashed her an amused smile. Still, he found it ironic that the only thing he did whisper to Louisa in the library was his hope that she and Adam get together. And yet here he was, stuck in Lovers' Lair.

"Okay," he said simply, in response to her cleaning the bottom and he the top. That made sense. He began scrubbing away and away until he felt a bunch of water slosh onto his shoe. He looked down at his feet, then to Louisa. Oh, TWO could play this game. After blatantly extending his arm over towards her, sponge in hand, he squeezed the thing really hard so all the dirty soapy water dripped onto the side of her long, beige shirt. "Oops, did I do that?" He smirked and scrubbed some more. Okay, this slime was harder to get off than he thought!

He. Did. Not. Just. Splashed her with DIRTY water. Louisa looked up at him and saw it. The annoying, stupid and the very smirk that got them into this mess, it was on his face. "Oh, don't beat yourself up over it, Polly dear." Making her best fake sweet smile, "I am still the mature one here and will overlook your clumsiness." MmMm. She then took her sponge out the bucket, with a tug and smacked it on the wall before her. Scrubbing away with a bit too energy than needed. Slime was getting a liiiittle bit less disgusting at that point, though. At least she didn't feel the urge of gagging her lunch out by this point. The smell was still foul but endurable. Maybe the next task would be practicing their Scourgify skills on their clothes? Please?

Scrub, scrub, scrub... and silence. Her mind drifted off a little bit to Joao and their argument from few days ago. How she snapped at him, accused him and left him in the corridor. She then thought about the silly Herbology homework they were supposed to do, singing and dancing around a lifeless plant. That was a new horizon of Bentley to experiment. SCOFF. Then there was Ellie breaking up with Dal for a mysterious reason that she had to find out after this horrible quality time with Paulie.

With a sigh, Louisa realized her surroundings again. She was sitting on the ground and actually working really hard on this filthy wall that had more... spiders now that it showed up.

O____________o spiders?

With a gasp, she jumped away from the wall flailing her arms and shaking her hair in case any of the insects crawled up on her. "K-k-kill them," she half-pleaded half-panicked pointing her sponge hand at the wall. And it was directed to both the professors and the Gryffindor. He was the brave one here, right? so, yeah.. he gets to kill the evil disgusting little spiders because she was not getting near the wall until they were away. Spiders weren't part of the cleaning task anyways, they were not dirt, they were... eewy creatures. Her part of the wall was mostly out of slime too. It wasn't what you'd call clean but... it was definitely better than before.

Polly Dear? Psshht. "Aww, thanks, Self-Righteous Sally." But he gave a small smile anyhow. Scruuuub, and scrub some more. It was quite repetitive, but at least all this washing was actually helping. In fact, they were almost finished already. Paulie did, however, notice the silence, and that needed to change. Silence made it drag on and on. "Have you ever seen The Karate Kid..? It's a muggle movie, but I totally feel like the karate kid in training.." Wax on, wax off. Yeahhh, when you were born into a muggle family, you watched classic movies. Like The Karate Kid.

In the midst of their cleaning, Louisa suddenly did a TOTAL freak-out, and Paulie was initially pretty alarmed just because of her reaction.. but it was only a few spiders. Oh lordy, she was such a girllll. "Are you allergic or somethin' like that?" Or just scared. Either way, Paulie doubted the professors would allow him to take a trip out to the grounds to free the spiders out there, so he'd have to crush them. "Sorry little fellas," Paulie apologized, before quickly smushing the three spiders he could find with his sponge. He leaned down and washed off the spider guts into the water.

Fina shook her head as she listened to the banter between the two. Perhaps having them share wasn't the wisest of her decisions, but oh well. What's done was done. "Children. Stop splashing each other and direct those splashes toward the wall instead." she said, shaking her head at them, just as Louisa took notice of the spiders and had Paulie squish them for her.

Well at least they were playing nicely now. As though sensing that, the wall seemed to be not spewing additional slime. This was good news.

Karate Kid? Louisa furrowed her eyebrows at that. "No. Never heard of it. What does Karate have to do with washing walls?" She had returned to her spot by now and was getting her sponge into the water again. "Sounds like a pathetic movie if you ask me." She didn't mean to criticize his reference rather than give her opinion on the matter. It was one of her strong characteristics, saying everything she thinks of without hesitation.
Scrubbing the wall was much more easier now, there was barely any slime and they were down to a dirty wall with.. few ants here and there.

After a pause, Louisa cleared her throat, "Thanks for killing the spiders, by the way." Because she was actually nice when he didn't call her little John. Or Helen. Or Sally. However, she didn't raise her voice nor looked up at him for this would be driving the apology too far. Yep. No need to let the sincerity sound too blatant or he'd invent another nickname.

Scrub scrub scrub...

"Did you see this?" Louisa stopped wiping, her mouth twitching into a smile. "Right there! There was a dirty spot of slime! It vanished!" She jumped to her feet and tugged at his sleeve to force him see it. It was magical! Oh! That was... weird but cool. Why it faded away though, she didn't really know.

'..Direct those splashes toward the wall instead.' Perhaps it was a good thing that Louisa had the restraint not to retaliate after his attack. If Tori were in here with him, they surely would've gotten into some huge splash battle that would have only extended their time in detention. heheh..

Aaaaand... she had never seen the Karate Kid. Right. "I guess you'd just have to have seen it to know what I'm talkin' about," Paulie shrugged. A pathetic movie? Well. She was certainly quick to judge, wasn't she? "You've never seen it, so you donno know." Clearly the only basis for her opinion was that he referenced the movie, and that somehow automatically made it pathetic. He kept scrubbing away at the slime, waxing on and off. Almost done..

He paused, though, when he believed to have heard her thank him. Was this.. niceness? It took him a moment to think of how to respond because he was so used to simply sending back some cheeky retort to the jabs that she'd give him. "You're welcome.." he finally answered. Huh.. interesting. Anyway, a second later he was back to scrubbing.

His right arm was stretched out to its full length and he was standing on his toes to get to the very top section of the wall when Louisa spoke again. "See what?" And you could hear the stretch in his words from his reaching up so high. Next thing, she was tugging him down to look at.. disappearing slime?

..Disappearing slime! "Oh! Sweeeeet," Paulie drew out the vowel to match the formation of his new grin. This totally meant that they were close to being done. Done done. Like, no more re-growing slime.

Supervising them some more - because they were children even if they were both nearly adults in the wizarding world - Josephina nodded when they seemed to be acting much more mature and wise about this whole thing. Working together. She knew they could do it.

Nodding in satisfaction at their work, she decided it was pretty much time to move onto their second and final task.

"Now that you've gotten the hang of it... and figured out the art of being civil to each other..." Fina smiled again, "Time to move on. Have a seat." That wasn't a question or a choice. She indicated casually with her pointer finger toward two rickety wooden chairs besides a splintered wooden table. On the table there were two 11x14 inch poster boards along with some coloring utensils.

"Your task is simple, yet requires thought. I want you to each design a board with a catchy phrase on. Something to remind people of the importance of focusing on studying while in the library."

ooc: if you have the abilities, a graphic would be nice at this point if not, then just a very detailed description shall do, I suppose.

Was he really defending a movie? Heh. Louisa shrugged one shoulder at that. He was right, though. She should see it first to judge it. Oh well, she was always like this. Hm. The big news was that they both discovered the secret of this slimy wall. Louisa was standing next to Paulie, looking at their work a biiiit proudly. Aaaah. So this is how house-elves felt when they finished doing their chores? Wow. She was going to give them more chores then, hehehehe.

When professor Hadley started talking, announcing the end of this task. Louisa turned to face the professors both, her face quickly taking that attitude thing she had since the beginning because despite the slight boost in mood she got, her annoyance at Hadley and Roslund was still there.

Letting go of the sponge and taking the rubber gloves off throwing them on the floor next to the bucket, the girl walked over to the seat, "Can we take those shirts off now?" She asked, without looking at the detentioners. However, she'd sat down and crossed her arms listening to Hadley's quest.

They had to make a poster? Heh. That was easy. Even if Louisa's artistic touch was next to nothing, she could make a decent poster to remind people to study in the library. The girl had to roll her eyes at this, though, because it had a hint of accusation. False accusation but she let it pass. The idea of flirting with Paulie wasn't that gross anymore.

Maybe it's the slimy wall and poisonous shirts they were wearing?

Ohh, whatwhatwhat? Time to move on? That reminded him of a certain Tom Petty song, yes indeed.

Paulie eagerly dropped his sponge into the bucket, peeled off his gloves, and went to the seats Professor Hadley had indicated. He looked down at the board before him and listened to their assignment. And, boy oh boy, Paulie was in luck! The boy had never really been very inspired to do actual homework assignments, but this was different. Know why? Because Paulie actually wasn't half bad at drawing, and he certainly had a talent for catchy phrases and excellent nicknames. Louisa seemed pretty set on getting that shirt off, but Paulie was suddenly preoccupied with the ideas blooming in his head.

After a few moments of good old brainstorming, he went to work. He splashed some of the cheap watercolors onto the background 'cause they looked cool all runny like that, then while that dried, he picked out the colors for his text. Red, because that was bold and kinda gave you a warning. Green, because lime green totally signified stinkiness. If farts weren't invisible, they would probably be lime green. And beige. How could he forget the beige color of their slave labor uniforms? Some orange would go well with the other bright colors, too, so he grabbed the orange marker as well.

Maybe twenty minutes or so later, it was DONE! Paulie capped his final marker and grinned down at his handiwork. "Uh, Professors.." He lifted his lovely poster. "Despite the fact that talking was the only crime we committed in the library.." He gave a slight pause to once again point out that there was no romance brewed. "..I do think that this poster here will add a nice bit of artistic flair to the boring old library, don't ya think?" C'mon, totally! And if Hogwartsians couldn't appreciate the awesome craftsmanship, then they could at least appreciate the alliteration. Oh, and maybe the message. Heh. Not that Paulie was all that concerned about it, but obviously the instructors were.

He set his poster back down and craned his neck to get a better look at Louisa's, but seeing as she was blocking half the words, he just slumped back into his chair and waited. As he waited, a question that he'd thought about earlier popped in his mind. "Professor Hadley," he said. "I'm just curious, but when you guys took away our housepoints and gave us detention the other day, were you, like.. in a bad mood or something?" Because today she didn't seem quite so totally stressed out.

Raising her eyebrows at the enthusiasm Paulie was showing with his board, Louisa was still crossing her arms and observing the boy. She had very little belief in what the boy was capable of. Her eyes moved from his hands to his face, well the part of his face that was visible anyways. When he was silent, and not focusing on the next witty reply to the person he was talking to, he was... all right. Like.. a good looking dork. Yep. Although the way his mind worked intrigued her, how could someone be so average in their school achievements yet so witty when it came to other stuff?

She suddenly became aware of her staring and quickly shifted in her seat burying her face in her own board. Her cheeks stayed red for a few moments before she was really into this board thing. The idea was not to make something really artistic or creative. Louisa wanted to add her touch of logic into the whole thing too.

She was mixing the colors for drawing the bookshelves of the library, their crime scene. Taking care of the details and careful not to smudge anything, she forgot the whole room and its occupiers and was slowly painting on the poster. After the bookshelves and what she thought represented the library, it was time for Hogwarts crest. Louisa knew it by heart and so was the slogan of their house.

THE SLOGAN!

"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.." she murmured while painting it down. Paulie had just clapped his hands by then, and she jumped just a little. He was done? Well, that was pretty fast. Tilting her head to look at his work, she couldn't help a giggle. "Slave labor? Are we striking in the nineteenth century?" Another giggle, "That's a bit dramatic." She smirked at him, the roles were different this time for a change, and went back to her work.

The Latin slogan, then the translation for younger students. "Never tickle a sleeping dragon.." murmuring again as she wrote it down. Building on an important and serious slogan like this would force students into discipline. Hopefully. She decorated some texts for affection and used scary dropping font for warning. Taking a deep breath and holding her head up from the table, she gave her unfinished poster one satisfied look. Another brush strokes and a little bit of color here and color there. She drew darker lines around the text to make it different from the background of the poster too aaaaand she was done!

Probably ten minutes or more after Paulie had finished, Louisa put down her marker and held the poster up. "You think it's all right?" Of course not. It was fantastic! Brilliant! Smart! And most importantly better than Paulie's. It was girl code to pretend modesty when you really knew how awesome your work was. Everybody knew it. Hopefully the professors did. Or else...

It didn't fail to escape Fina's earshot about Louisa's request to remove the shirt. But considering that they were still in detention, regardless of what task, she decided not to answer. She watched with anticipation as they seemed to be thinking first about their poster and then started to sketch it out.

Paulie finished first and as he held it up, she frowned. It was cute, she supposed, but there was something about it... the words... that wasn't quite sitting right with her. Perhaps the fact that not every detention would have been the same as this one, even if it was the same offense. "Stinky slave labor?" she frowned again. "I think that bit... about the consequences of not studying, isn't what I was going for..."

Oh look, Louisa was finished. "Now, Louisa's poster on the other hand." Clearly it wasn't a surprise that the girl was a Ravenclaw, whereas Paulie, was not. "Miss Carter, as you seem to have figured out about the library, you may go and yes, you should hang that poster up near the bookshelves." That was the intent of having them draw it of course. "Mister Foster. I think you should try the poster again, but try not to be so ... specific and blunt about the consequences, as they may not always be ... the same. The first part is good though." Witty, even; study in the stacks.

She was out?! Like really?! Louisa's attitude thing was out the window. She gave a big smile, putting the poster down and jumping to her feet. "Finally!" Without really paying attention to the people around her, she started tugging and pulling the disgusting shirt off, making low grunt sounds. Once she succeeded, it was held with two fingers again. Her other hand fixed the slightly pulled-up hoodie and skirt. Walking over to hang the shirt back on the wall, she reached the bucket of water and something gleamed in her eyes.

Sliiiiiiiip. OOPS! Did the shirt just slip from her hand into the bucket of dirty water? Shuuuuucks. Putting her hand to her mouth, she feigned a low gasp, "I'm sorry, professor, it must be the filthy spots that made it slip out of my hand." HINT: wash the dang thiiing. The shirt wasn't completely in the bucket, though. It hung over the edge, only the lower part was in the water. Louisa took it again with her two fingers and hanged it on its place, it started dripping.

Reaching for the door, she turned back to look at Paulie first. "Will... see you around." Or not. Looking up at the professors, she said with a more controlled smile, "Have a nice evening, professors." By NOT ruining another student's schedule. Hmph.

With that, Louisa Carter left the lovers' lair, her poster in hand. She was going to hang it at the library now. Hopefully nobody would question this... or this whole detention in the lovers' chamber would be... scandalous.

Paulie shrugged when Louisa said his was dramatic. "Nothin' wrong with a bit of dramatics." Her giggle assured him anyway, and he smiled proudly.

Finally, Helen of Hogwarts over here was finished with her poster, and Paulie shifted to get a better look. He stifled a laugh, but instead it came out as a snort. Hers was so serious! Honestly, anything that compared a dusty library with a flamebreathing dragon would elicit an amused reaction from Paulie, and probably 95% of the other kids at Hogwarts. (The 5% that didn't were, no doubt, Ravenclaws.) "It's very.. intelligent-sounding." There, he found something NICE to say instead. Of course she would use Latin in hers.

And, here! Here it was, finally he'd be getting some positive remarks on something he handed in to a professor. He smiled anxiously and waited for her approval. Or... not. Not what she was going for? What? His smile disappeared and he looked back to his board, then to Louisa's as hers was critiqued. Now, Louisa's poster on the other hand. Oh, perfection. Plain perfection, apparently. He frowned in disapproval and felt his heartbeat speed up a tad. Gosh, he was mad! And even kinda.. sad.

Ah, OF COURSE. Try the poster again. Change it 'cause it WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. "Seriously?" He sat up straighter and couldn't help but send a glare towards Professor Hadley. Was their Astronomy professor going to keep playing mute here, or what? "Mine is just as good as hers." Better, actually, but he wasn't looking to hurt Louisa's feelings at the moment. He was clearly agitated, and so he had to make an effort to contain his voice. "And you didn't answer my previous question." Let alone acknowledge it.

It didn't take Louisa long before she had stripped herself of the hideous, filthy shirt and was on her way from the dungeons. She did try her best though to conceal her amusing at the fifth year for dropping the shirt into the bucket of water. More debris to add to the shirt ... for when it dries so it could be reused for the next victim. How wonderful.

However, she still had one student still with her in the lair. Turning back toward her one student, as he tried to defend his work of art. "Yes, seriously. Like Miss Carter said, this isn't a strike. No need to discuss slave labor, because if that's what you think this detention was about, then I do believe you've missed the point." The colors were nice though. And she did like the first part.

Previous question? She tilted her head as she studied the sixth year a moment, trying to recall what he'd asked. Yet for some reason between the distractions of the artwork, she failed to recognize he asked one. "Err... what question?" She said, frowning slightly in befuddlement.