Jack jumped and ran as fast as he could to the room labeled Hooligan Hole, as he got inside he turned to the guy who'd shouted at him "Hey! Shouldn't professor Bunbury be here?" he asked with a frown

"Five points from Hufflepuff for your insolence, boy!" Vindictus shouted as he entered the cell. "You're in serious trouble so it'd be in your best interest to keep your trap shut and do what you're told!" He glanced about the room and saw the splintery stool he was looking for. "Jack, sit down on that stool next to the wall. And don't touch the chains."

Jack stared at the guy "Ok" he sat down, ignoring the splinters

That's another 5 for talking without permission!" Vindictus said coldly. "You will sit and not say a single word. Professor Bunbury will be here shortly. She, ah, is gathering the devices that are needed for this punishment of yours."

Jack shut his mouth, he decided to protest in his head 'stupid teachers, power and their egos' he thought bitterly to himself.

Clink-clank-clink-clank, click-clack-clack-click-clack.

The sound of several long, thick, rusty chains and a pair of high-heeled leather boots preceded Professor Bunbury as she marched into Hooligan Hole. She was all business, from the top of her red bun to past her studded black leather belt and down to those boots that would most definitely puncture the skin if she felt like kicking someone.

"Hello, Max," Annie greeted her co-conspirator. "And you," she snarled at Jack "the Bully" Mosier.

"Well well well, losing points already and we haven't even begun just yet?" Bunbury slowly tsked, like a rattlesnake hissing before it struck. "Hold these."

She stuck her fist containing the chains out toward Max and then marched up to Mosier's face, not saying anything, but just staring him down. Her icy blue eyes never blinked nor moved but just bore an invisible hole through the boy's forehead.

"With pleasure," Max replied and held the rusty chains for her.

Jack looked up at Bunbury, he nodded kindly at her, he looked around the room 'Two against one!?' he thought 'Am I that bad?' he wondered

After a good long staring period, Bunbury took a step back from Jack and blinked once. Hmm - she was no mind reader but this boy was going to need a bit of a wake-up call.

"The first part of your detention," Anastasia announced, twirling her wand at the wall, "will be to write a letter of apology firstly to Ms. Noir, for punching her, insulting her, and in general not being a gentleman, and then to Mr. Upstead, for also punching him."

At the wall spot where she had twirled her wand, a desk appeared and zoomed over to sit in front of Jack. It had gone unnoticed in the room mostly because it was so covered in slug vomit, slime, fungus and general nastiness that it blended right in to the rest of the wall décor.

"Get started," Bunbury ordered, pointing her wand at the disgusting desk where two sheets of parchment appeared along with one rusty quill and an almost-empty bottle of ink. "Oh, and that parchment happens to be so charmed that if the words you write on it aren't sincere, they'll just disappear off the page and you'll have to start all over again." She smirked at the boy and took a step toward Maximus, crossing her arms to watch.

Vindictus could hear sounds coming from a nearby cell. "I'll be back in thirty minutes or so. Need to check on the progress of my other detentionee," he said to Anastasia. "Vomit slime fungus infestation on several of the school brooms. Nasty fungus." He looked over at Jack. "I'll bring the other stuff down here when I finish in the Criminal Cell." With that said, he left the dungeon cell.

Jack frowned at her, he had to use the forbidden words? No way, he wouldn't, not only he wouldn't, he couldn't he moved over to the desk and sat down, he wasn't too bothered at the state of the desk, he was more worried about two teachers being in one room at the same time, were they a couple? They seemed evil enough...

'NO' Jack thought 'Concentrate. Find a way to say the word without saying it, or in this case, writing it' Jack sighed, sometimes he hated his conscience... he picked up the quill and started to scratch some words into it

Jack sat back to read what he'd written, then, it all disappeared, he growled slightly at the paper before picking up the quill again.

Was that a scream echoing down the long, lonesome dungeon corridor? Must've been, for Vindictus had to leave suddenly.

"Take your time," she said pleasantly, nodding at his mention of 'the other stuff'. Oh this was going to be good.

Bunbury decided to pace around Mr. Mosier, now, just to oversee how he was failing at his attempt to write an apology. "Tsk tsk," she shook her head quietly, the sound of her heels echoing more loudly than the sound of her voice. "I warned you that you'd have to mean it. Oh, and you'd best hurry...there's only a limited supply of ink there."

She smiled evilly to herself and flicked her long red hair over one shoulder, continuing to circle the boy's desk like a shark circling its prey. "Perhaps a pause for some inner reflection would be a good idea, Mosier..."

Jack frowned at her, he put the quill down and sat back, staring at the ceiling, he got an idea, he would write honestly and truthfully

Jack sat back 'great' he thought, the writing stayed, he'd meant every word. now... Jake

Jack smiled, more heartfelt words

Jack sat back again, the words stayed, he'd done it, he'd been honest and written it down. He hoped the professor would understand that he'd done his best. Under the circumstances.

Bunbury click-clacked over to where Jack had apparently finished writing. She glanced down at his letters and slowly shook her head yet again.

"No no no, that won't do. What's the matter with you?" She waved her wand at the parchments and all his words disappeared. Bunbury took a step closer to Jack, gripping the desk in front of him on either side so she was practically in his face. "Why do you think you can be so mean and rude to these other children? What did they do to you? Why do you have such an ATTITUDE PROBLEM?!"

She roared the two last words in his face, quite possibly getting a few flecks of spit on him, and then paced back to the door. "Last chance, Mr. Mosier. Write two apologies and MEAN IT." And hopefully Max would be back by the time he finished.

Jack looked up at Bunbury with pure loathing in his face, he decided to speak "I am not being mean, Ms. Noir was in the wrong place at the wrong time and she insulted me, Jake has been winding me up for ages" Jack explained "I don't have an attitude problem, I have people problems" he said quite calmly, it was scaring him at how calm he was.

He wiped the flecks of spit off his face and took a deep breath "I do mean these, the words stayed didn't they?" he asked her before picking up the quill again

Jack sat back and looked Bunbury in the eye "There" he said simply.

"People problems, then," Bunbury snapped back at the boy. "Do you foresee yourself living much longer if you can't get along with your fellow students? What happens when, ten years down the road, you take a swing at that fellow at the pub and he whips out his wand and blasts your brains out? What then?"

She exhaled in deep frustration. This boy was about as stubborn as a hippogriff and as intelligent as a flobberwom - and they were getting nowhere. If he kept this up then perhaps all hope was lost for her old House of Hufflepuff.

"I suppose that will have to do for now," she sighed, rolling up the scrolls and sealing them with her wand. "You will be delivering these in person after the duration of your detention," Bunbury added sternly, shooting another death glare in the boy's direction. "But now I will leave the real punishment up to Ma--er, your Flying Instructor."

She nodded curtly and stepped to the door, opening for Maximus to enter.

Vindictus nodded at Bunbury as she left the room and then he entered. One look at Jack and he was already annoyed. "You still don't get it do you," he said and stared at the boy. "Perhaps you need your head examined by the professionals at St. Mungos, but first things first." He pulled out his wand and a large sealed barrel appeared in the room. "Roll your sleeves up, boy, and I sure hope you aren't squeamish like a little girl."

Jack stared "I'll live as long as I live, thanks for the warning though" he sniffed a little to stop his nose from running, he thought he was getting that thing muggles called a cold "Probably gonna die before I get out of hogwarts" he added under his breath.

Jack looked up at Vindictus while biting his lip, there was that word again... they all seemed to say it, he had to ask why "Why do you think I need to go St. Mungo's" he asked, no sarcasm or bitterness could be heard in his voice, but he seriously felt like screaming inside and hitting this guy, Jack rolled up his sleeves and looked at the wall, his expression blank.

"Keep it up Jack and I'll ground you," Vindictus said with a chilling smile. He meant it. No flying. No Quidditch. "Never talk back to a professor. Ever." He crossed his arms and stared at the beligerent Hufflepuff boy. "You have anger management issues. Serious anger management issues. And you're gonna learn how to control your anger before you are even permitted to leave this cell. Understand?"

Jack sniffed almost indifferently, ground him? Like Jack cared, he'd play Quidditch at home, smiling to himself as the guy ignored his question about Mungo's he decided to answer after about five minutes "Fine, yes I understand, but how is a barrel going to do that?" Jack asked boredly. This would be funny, Jack didn't have anger issues, he had people issues, if people left him alone Jack would have to deal with them, he wanted Sak, he was missing her.

Vindictus resisted the urge to smack Jack on the back of the head, and instead, he narrowed his blue eyes at the impertinent boy. "You really don't understand how much trouble you're in, do you?" he asked icily. "One step away from expulsion. And I seriously hope that the task you are performing under my careful watch will get the message through that thick skull of yours." He flicked his wand again and an empty barrel appeared next to the closed one. Another flick of his wand and a Muggle gas mask appeared. This, Vindictus put on and then pulled out his dragon hide gloves. He had another pair, but this one had very long sleeves, and he threw them at the Hufflepuff boy along with a large dragon hide apron and clear goggles.

Then he pried open the sealed barrel. The dungeon cell was immediately flooded with the smell of fresh dragon dung. "Arrived from Romania this morning," he told Jack. "You need to separate all rocks, seeds, and hard objects from this barrel for Professor Bunbury. Put these materials into the empty barrel."

Jack gasped quietly 'Expulsion? For hitting some idiotic kid?' Jack put the gloves on and the goggles, then, finally, the apron, as soon as the barrel was open Jack recoiled a little "Okaay" he said trying not to look at the professor, Jack decided to get stuck in, his hands moved to fast for his brain, they were already in the barrel, Jack sifted through a handful of the dung, thankful that this 'cold' made the smell a little more bearable, placing all the rocks and seeds in the empty barrel, he started to search for hard things, how lovely, plant junk, just like the lesson Herbology, this was a waste of time.

Jack absent mindedly picked through the dung "Professor" Jack acknowledged him before grabbing another handful of the dung, surprisingly, the less he thought about the smell, the more bearable it was, Jack decided to pretend he was doing it for Sak, his hands started to move faster as he thought how quickly she'd want it done, he picked out as much of the seeds as he could, moving onto the hard stuff again he sighed a little.

Vindictus watched carefully. "The outer 20 centimeters is cold but the core is still warm and steamy," he said in a voice that was slightly muffled from the gas mask.

Jack nodded, he had no idea what the professor was on about Warm and steamy? he grinned, he plunged his hand straight it and pulled out a massive handful of dung, nice he thought with a small smile as he sorted through this stuff now, he poked and prodded the dung to get every little seed out, after finding every seed in that pile, he searched for hard things, placing them in the empty barrel with a dull Thud he scooped up another handful