Enya jumped a little when she heard someone walk towards her, there shoes making a loud sound in the quite place. She turned to watch the Professor who had given her detention in the first place head towards her. She looked down at her shoes while he got closer. She was still looking down when he sighed the book - she could hear the scrath of the quill on the parchment - and turned towards her.

He wanted her wand!? But-but what happens if she needed it? Like what if they set some horrible creature on her? How'd she get out of that!? Enya moved her hand to her wand, grasping it tightly in her hand. She looked up at the Professor to plead with him, maybe he'd let her keep it, but one look at his face she sighed and handed over the wand. She mentally hit herself over the move and glared slightly at the Professor.

Casting one more look at him she turned to locate which room she was suppose to be in. Gah. She was already hating herself and the Professor for this. Let the detention begin.