Tristan slipped into a seat near a window. Here he was able to distract himself from the antics of his classmates by looking out the window. The afternoon sun was reflecting off the water in the fountain in a sparkly, blinding manner. Elbow on the table, face resting in his hands, he stared idly out at the bright reflection, quill in hand.

He would really rather be elsewhere right now.

Beside him, Boo was scribbling something on her parchment paper. Compiling a list of select student names, she slipped it ino her bag upon completion, glancing over smugly at Riley. Yay for new customers. She could totally use this girl to help. Ahhhh, how she liked new people.

Glancing over at the Ministry inspecter, she narrowed her eyes for a moment, feet swinging back and forth (she was too short even for her feet to hit the floor). She didn't like him being here. He was going to make business hard and she had a feeling he wasn't going to just watch. In time, she had a feeling he was going to make changes.

Digging through her bag, Mozzie came back up with parchment and two quills, shoving one at Frankie. Sugar quills, naturally. That way she could do her work and still suckle on her sweetness. It was a pretty bad day if Mozzie had no sugar. Think Zaz on a bad day. And multiply it by five. Bouncing around in her seat, she waited for the Professor to start. Turning in her seat, she cast a dirty look at Fantasy and Danny.

"The sooner we get started, the sooner we get finished," she told him. Translation? Settle down and you all get sweets during passing period.

Seeee. Mozzie could control people, too.

Seated between Justine and Mozzie, Nolan leant back, head tipped back as far as it could go, eyes on the ceiling. History of Magic was a boring class. And it really didn't help that Fantasy and Danny were causing problems. Why did people always have to cause problems?

OOC: EEK I know I havn't posted here for a long time, but it's my examination time and I have alot of reading to do, sorry X/

Professor Viturin had been awaiting the response of the little delinquents but they seemed to have swallowed their tongue temporarily and Lamento could do nothing but hope that they choked on it. On their way to the Headmistress office!

"Out!" He ordered, pointing at the door. "Out! The both of you. You shall wait in the Headmistress' office until I come for you. GET!"

Then spinning on his heels he caught the scent of sugar. Wrinkling his nose he snatched he sugar quill from Mozzie's hand and fixed her with a stare. "Contraband, darling?" He asked in an eerie charming tone. "Empty your pockets, school bag, hair, shoes, socks, ears even....now."

Then turning to the rest of the classroom.

"All of you! NOW!"

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Zazu paled and glanced at Zetuly then at Savage besides her. Empty her pockets? She reached in and pulled out her sour candies. He could take that but not the vial. Please, not the vial.

Mozzie's mouth parted. Now for her amazing acting skills!

"Professor!" she said, eyes wide with a slight pout to her voice as she rose. "I got these from my mum. They can't be contraband. Why would they be? Why would my mum send me something that couldn't me into trouble?"

Looking as sorrowful as she could, she opened her bag and pulled out the wooden box of quills. All other sweets were kept hidden elsewhere, in protection for scenes such as this.

Softly, Boo snorted. Mostly at Mozzie, but also at that stupid Professor. Argh. She withdrew her two chocolate bars from her bag, making a face.

"It's for when I have an upset stomach," she said, biting her cheek. "You know. Chocolate to settle me when I feel queasy. I'd hate to miss any classes."

Talk about tongue in cheek.

Justine looked up from her 'master piece' on Quentin's arm and put the quill down. Empty her pockets? Not a chance. She didn't have anything to hide, but it was stupid that she had to do something for candy. She slouched down in her chair and glanced around the room and over at Mozzie. A small smile crept on her face at her words and she wondered how the professor would take it.

Quentin smirked at Justine. Stubborn. He just shrugged and turned his attention back to Mozzie and Boo. He wished the class would just end. Although, if the intertainment took the whole class period then it would be the most interesting class yet!

"If they're against the rules, they're contraband," he replied poking the school bag with his wand. "Saint Peter himself could have sent you the candy and it would still be contraband. And I said empty it. Turn it inside out Miss. I'm not fooled."

If only they would allow him to concentrate with one student at a time. Professor Viturin was not above hexing a student, besides, the Headmistress stunned them all the time when they were fighting.

"Shut up. I don't think you're funny," he stated simply to Boo and nodded at Tristan. "Take the trash bin in that corner and dump all of this into it, In fact, take Miss O'neil's school bag and dump it in there. I'm not surprised if the fabric itself is composed of fructose."

Holding out one palm to place it on the charging girl's forehead, he pulled out his wand and rapped it on her forehead, hard, paralyzing her in the process. Heaving her up and stuffing her underneath his arm, like a sack of sweet potatoes, he tried not to scowl, failing terribly at it. Holding out his wand, he scanned the classroom once with his stone colored eyes.

"Anyone else care to try their luck today? I have a few more spells I'm willing to practice on anybody who is willing."

Or a curse. Or a hex. I'm not picky.

Zetuly watched with a bemused expression as items began getting confiscated. He shook his head. It was no wonder these students were in this trecherous school; they were too daft to know any better. They wouldn't survive in a good quality school.

He shook his head. Delinquents. And the Professor wasn't acting much better, he noted.

As a few protested the professor's demand, he smirked and reached inside his robes for his wand. He withdrew it and in a whisper, everything inside every pocket in the room was removed, hovering in the air then slowly making its way to the "trash" bin.

Danny was still being clentched by his jaw by Fantasy, she started giving this long winded speech that he didn't hear half of, cause it was repeative and uninteresting as was this class. She waited for her to finish, but the teacher of course had to say something about it.

"What am I doing? It's more like what is she doing," she said and then added "Proffesor" promtly after. He noticed her trying to put the biggest tattle tale in her story, to make her look good. Queen of the Faeries always trying to be light and happy and take no blame. "And I was defending myself Sir."

"Yeah well being a snobby know it all isn't good people skills either," he retorted back at her. He could tell she was fuming but he didn't really care. She made him mad, so he was doing it back. "And I don't think gum is contraband" he added smuggly.

Do unto other as other do unto you.

Zetuly raised a brow. This childish had to stopped. He stood, placing his clipboard and quill on his chair. He walked over to the squabbling children and grabbed them both by the back of the neck of their robes.

"I suggest you both see the Headmistress right this moment before the dragons outside take their sorrow of their missing kin out on you." He spoke darkly yet easily. "I will not tell you a second time." He was willing to kick their behinds out the door if they protested. Only after that would he use his magic as he saw fit, which would be not be taken lightly by anyone at the school.

Danny heard the person who was not wanted most come to the teachers resque from this mess. He probably thought this teacher wouldn't be here for long, since they couldn't handle the class.

The mister said some long winded sentence that Danny only heard the words "Get Out". He wish he could but know Fantasyw as still holding onto his face to which he couldn''t move. He replied back sternly, "Be glad too. if I could, mister" he said to him forgetting he was an adult and he should have said sir and referring to Fantasy not letting go.

Zetuly narrowed his brow, unbelieving his ears. The child could have removed himself from the girl's grasp easily had he only wrenched his head free. Perhaps he enjoyed how her fingers dug into his flesh. With an annoyed sigh, he reached out with a cold hand and yanked the girl's hold on the boy free. "Now you are both free to go without touching. Now, go." He would not ask them again.

Danny eyed "the mister" and saw him yank Fantasy's hand from him. He glared but said, "Thank You," out of complete and utter politeness. Well at least he could move his jaw without it breaking. That would have ruined his good looks if it did break.

He slipped out of reach of Fantasy just incase she had the urge to slap him, or worse poke him. He picked up his bag and stepped out of the class, giving them a wink and waited on the wall outside the class for Fantasy. He deicded he would make this even more interesting. Oh how he loved fun. But not always in the sun.