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There they were, on time and looking as disgruntled as he'd felt when he was forced to witness the disgrace that was their performance in his class. Not all had fallen victim to the sack activity, oh no, some had sought to test his patience throughout the remainder of the week and the Headmaster had made plans to have them join the group. He was a busy man, separate detentions would be a waste of his time.
"Wands in the box here." He said, not bothering with any sort of greetings or "pleasantries". They all knew why they were here. There was no need for them to beat around the bush and pretend they were happy to be down here shooting the stale, dungeon breeze.
He kicked at the box by his foot, indicating where they would need to deposit them. "You won't be needing them and won't like what happens if I find out you've kept one." As fair a warning as any they were likely to get. "When you're done, head into the room and we'll get this thing started."
Should he warn them about the shoes?
....Would it really make a difference at this point?
"Hurry up, I haven't got all afternoon."
When your characters enter the room, they'll immediately fall into approximately waist deep sludge/muck/Merlin knows what. Lots of unidentifiable liquid that fills the dungeon room up to the average First Year's waist. Imagine a pool of stinky mud that probably........isn't mud at all. Step on in, wade around in it, next set of instructions will be coming along.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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