Well, at least one of them knew to play the part of a respectful student. Calvin inclined his head toward the for now former Hufflepuff Prefect. “Good evening, Mr. Ahsburry-Hawthorne. Diligent of you to be on time.” For his own good really but as he was here on time, there was no need to get into it.

The man raised a silent brow at the younger boy, waiting to see if he would amend his mistake, but alas he was going to continue down the same path he had been on. That was fine with him. Two could certainly play the ignoring game, but only one of them would be winning and quite frankly, it wouldn’t be Mr. Prichard.

He turned his gaze from him, for now willing to act as if he wasn’t there. Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne.” He went on, nudging the door open for the boy. “After you.” He could enter the room and go one step closer to completing his detention.

Inside, he would find a large room filled with piles of clutter. Many things dumped together and obviously out of place. It was a room that looked in serious need of sorting out and tidying. An enormous job but then they—he, if Mr. Prichard kept this up—had the week to get it done.