Irial Darkk wandered down to the dungeons, thankful his mouth was unglued. He wasn't sure whose detention he was going to serve first, so he signed in, and stood near a wall, waiting for his brother Ari to arrive.

First detention of the term. Had to be a record. He chuckled once, wondering what the two professors were going to have them do.

Aries Darkk dragged himself downstairs into the dungeon where he was suppose to serve his detention. Not at all happy about it. Well at least he wouldn't be alone for his brother would be there with him. Though he would rather not be there. Two detention...wow and on his first night there.

"Hey," he said, as he walked up to sign in. Not even bothering to look and see who was standing against the wall because he knew that it was his brother. A low groan escaped his throat as he signed his in large loopy letters. Curious to know what exactly would their detention be like.

Irial grinned. "Oh come on, Ari. Don't look so ticked off. It'll be fun. And if it's not...then who cares? It's just another experience. We've been through worse. You know we have."

He gave his brother a pointed look as he crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently. "Seriously...I just want to go to sleep. I've been feeling sicker and sicker lately."

Ricco half danced into the Detention check in place, upon his arrival he spotted to other boys already waiting. Curious as to what they had both done he walked over and said "So what you two here for". Ricco had been hoping he could do this alone but it seemed that the three of them had to do it.

Irial looked at the newcomer, frowning. Who was this boy? He said nothing to him, but turned the other cheek, not wanting to make any new friends, not in this situation, anyhow.

Suddenly, he coughed. And coughed and coughed. "Ari..." he muttered. "Where are they? I want to get these two detentions over with...I feel like crap." He completely ignored the other boy, not wanting him to get involved. It was a hell of a lot better for all of them if the newcomer did not get involved.

Ricco almost did something that he would have regretted when the two boys ignored him but decided against it knowwing in his head that he wanted to try out for the quidditch team. Finding a wall that wasnt as damp as the others he leaned against it waiting on the Professor.

Ari wasn't all that ticked that he got detention, but he wasn't exactly sure how much fun it would be. But like Irial said if it wasn't any fun who cared, he sure as hell didn't.

He frowned as he eyed his brother. Just by looking at him he could tell that he really didn't look well at all. Ari sighed wishing he could do something to help, but there wasn't much he could do. When he heard another voice, his purple gaze flicked over to the user. Having hoped it would be a professor, but wasn't so lucky.

Like Irial he ignored the boy, he didn't feel much like telling him how they managed to landed themselves into detention. And retelling all that happen might just tick him off all over again and he might find himself in even bigger trouble. So he kept his mouth shut. His mind already reminding him of the disgusting chicken kid that he still wished to this moment to knock him upside the head.

When Irial started cough Ari took a step closer. There to aid his brother if needed. Wish that a professor would come so they could get this detention over with.

Marcus strolled into the dungeons to find the three boys waiting. Well one good thing, they weren't late. He pointed to the two brothers. "I do believe you two have received a detention from Professor Kazimeriz, as well. So we'll wait for him before we decide on what we are going to do with you two."

He turned and looked at the Hufflepuff, who looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. "You Mr Santos will head to the Hooligan Hole and wait there for me." He didn't bother telling the kid he would be waiting until Marcus was finished at the feast.

He turned on his heel, "I'll be back with Professor Kazimeriz. And this is a detention not a picnic, so quit your yakking. And believe me I will know if you talk." With that he left the dungeon.

Ari brushed back his hair just as the professor walked in about time he thought. Waiting for his instructions. When he made it clear that they would be waiting longer for the other professor who gave them detention he groaned.

When the man turned on his heels and told them that they would know if they talked he grinned. Sure they would. He thought, turning to his brother and started lipping the words instead of saying them out loud. "Yeah, I'm sure they will know IF we talk."

Irial sighed. Waiting for the old geezer, well that'll take forever. Might as well die here in the dungeon. He'd starve before whats-his-name got there. He glanced at Ari and chuckled; the younger brother'd started mouthing words to him.

Glancing at the professor's retreating back, he turned back to Ari and nodded once. I'd stop it though, before we get into more trouble. Irial really wanted to chat with his brother, but he wasn't going to risk more detentions, or expulsion, although he was pretty damn sure they couldn't do that because of two students simply talking. But then again, this was Hogwarts, they were so wonderful and great, the stupid Professors could do whatever the hell they pleased.

We'll talk later, he mouthed to Ari, silently begging his brother to calm down and not get smart, or any smarter than he was already being.

Ricco listened to what the Professor had do and as soon as he had told him were to go he began to look for the right door. He wasnt ready to let the Professor know that he also technically had a detention with that other professor aswell. As soon as he found the right room he slowly walked in.

Marcus walked back into the room with the two brother's. "Right, you two head over to the torture chamber and I'll be right with you." He checked the register at their names and then left the room.

Irial glanced at his brother and sighed. Here we go. Leading the way, he went to the torture chamber and waited for their detention to start.

Ari's eyebrows rose when he came back and told them to head over to the torture chamber. They really wasn't about to torture them....was they? This should be interesting. he thought, tucking his hands into his pocket before following his brother down to serve their detention.

Clark walked into the small, damp room and noticed two other boys in there. He ignored them because he didn't feel like talking. He'd gotten a detention because of those little lovebirds! And they never even said thank you! Really, how hard is it to say "Thanks"?

He was in the middle of a great conversation with Natka, sweet Natka. He was showing her the constellations. Pegasus was her favorite, he was sure. The horse thing....

"I am here for my detention, Professor." Divad said, holding his head low.

Clark glared at the first year and smirked at him. "He's not in here loverboy. He'll be here soon." He glared at the diminutive firstie. It was unnatural for someone to be that small. Icky.

"That better not be talking I hear," came a voice from down the hallway. After a few seconds of silence, Constantine appeared in the room with a potion bottle in his hand. "For you," he said, holding the bottle out to the boy. "Drink it all and then just relax for a minute or so, let the potion kick in faster."

"Thank you sir," Clark said, glaring at the first year. He unstoppered it and drank it. It reminded him of a lemon-lime drink with a shot of cherry cough medicine-utterly disgusting. "He swallowed, his face contorting into odd faces. He handed the empty bottle back to the groundskeeper and braced himself. He immediatley felt something like a blanket lift off him and his nose felt clearer. Apparently his allergies were gone.

He didn't even make a sound when he entered the Detention Check-In room. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Misbehaving before your detention even begins," Vindictus chided Divad. "You will report to Lover's Lair immediately. When you enter the cell, sit down on the rickety stool next to the wall. Oh, and no talking."

"A-and me si-sir?" Clark asked. Apparently stuttering was one of the side effects of the allergy potion. "Wh-where am I-I t-t-to g-go?" His dark wavy hair was getting dripped on by...he didn't want to know. He felt quite uncomfortable. The sooner he got his assignment the better so he could leave this room.

"You," Constantine said, "you are going to go to the Criminal Cell. Roma's in there already all nice and muddied up...are you cold?" he asked, finding that he was shivering a little bit. "Brr, when you enter in the room, just wait by the wall until I give further instructions."

"Yes sir!" Clark said...enthusiastically as he marched out of the room, knowing the horrors he probably awaited there.

Jule walked into detention, waiting to be assigned.