"I don't care what your feelings are - you broke the rules and earned a punishment. Quit talking and start writing," ordered Vindictus and he pocketed the Quidditch badge. "Because you're digging yourself a deeper hole with each minute that you purposely delay your punishment."

"Delaying my punishment? Never!" that was unheard of... complete nonsense.

And to prove it Jacob took up the quill.

but turned back to Vindictus in a matter of seconds. "Since we both know, I wont be finishing this anytime soon, might as well put in my two cents." he then pointed at the mans pocket, where the Quidditch badge laid. "Vashti, I believe would be an excellent candidate for that" he said. "She's been on the team just as long as I have, and probably, and unfortunately, knows the dark abyss, that is my mind, very well." he continued. "I'd be more than happy to give her my books with all the strategies and plays. But you know, thats just my opinion"

Jacob then turned back to the parchment, and stared at it for a while, trying to think of how he was going to do this.

He could always just praise the kid for random stuff that didn't make sense.

Grateful for Max's assistance Seren flashed him a small smile. Despite everything, Jacob did appear to have some conscience and ... soul. Either that or he at least cared enough about his quidditch team to do right by them. Very noble.
And despite anything Jacob had said- he did seem to respect Max to some degree. Getting him to sit down and focus

Seren only hoped he would be able to put some effort into the task at hand... she was beginning to get hungry and she craved a cup of tea.

Jacob's brain was literally throbbing. This was so difficult.

He simply sat there with the quill in his left hand, staring at the blank parchment. He thought that maybe if he stared at it long enough, words would just appear. Well he could hope couldn't he?

But nothing appeared. So The quill finally touched parchment. His mind working as hard as it could, like a turtle attempting to pull the Hogwarts Express up a a hill.

that was just a sad image, so instead his mind created a image of a hyena laughing. A small smile crossed his lips as he wrote down anything and everything that just popped into his mind.

After several minutes of just sitting there writing, and his leg jumping very quickly, he looked down at the parchment.

His leg stopped for a few seconds as he read over the complete nonsense on the page.



Really, Jacob had no idea what any of meant, but it wasn't his fault she made him write a poem.

"Here" he said putting down the quill and handing the paper to Professor Plantley. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave. There are Letters I must read, before conducting some practices." he said standing up, and his mind floated to the three Letters from three teams that still sat on his bed, unopened... hopefully they were still sitting that way, or there would be a few Ravenclaws who may be found in the Forbidden forest in several Months.

Hopefully The two professors wouldn't stop him now. He was ready to get out of this wretched place.

After observing Jacob with his head down and tail up, working away at the task, Seren was beginning to get the impression that perhaps he had gotten his act together. She paced the room Cell, trying to keep herself entertained... no such luck.
When Jacob put down his quill Seren was almost bouncing out of her skin.
"Done?" she questioned as she took the parchment off the desk and read.

The boy was going on about having to leave now... frankly it wasn't up to him.

Reading through the boys poem, Seren couldn't help but notice that he hadn't put in much effort in terms of sincerety or appology... though admittedly he did say that he was appologising... so that was a good step.

But what should she do with him? He clearly hadn't completed the task as she had asked...

"Master Blunt..." she said gesturing for him to return to his seat.
"You poem doesn't.... meet all of my requirements," she started trying to find a delicate way to go about this, "however I do appreciate the effort you have put into it." She did, that much was true. After her brief experiences with Jacob she knew that this was a big deal. The boy wrote poetry for Merlin's sake!

"Now I am willing to let you get back to your duties... on one condition." She eyed him carefully.

"That I never.... ever... catch you doing anything reckless or dangerous in the school grounds ever again, this includes harming other students." Oh and as a side not, "And that if you ever enter my greenhouses again, you should be on your best behaviour... and stay away from my snargaluff."Seemed fair enough...

Disturbed boy + snargaluff = bad news... no matter which way you look at it.

"Because if I do it will be more than just detention and a loss of five house points, I can assure you that."She exchanged a glance with Max, surely he would agree. The boy was a sixth year, one warning was more than enough.

"You should have taken more points," Vindictus suggested and started to leave the cell. He stopped in the doorway and turned around. "Jacob, make sure that you stop by my office before you grace the common room with your presence."

Without another word, he turned and left.

Jacob listened to the woman as she criticized his poem. How rude. It was his first after all. Except for the one he made for Borr, which didn't really count since that actually meant something to him.

"But I did Meet SOME of the requirements." which he thought would be enough. And it seemed she did as well.

Oh good conditions. He hated those. "Harming students, OFF THE PITCH, I wont do. During matches is a different story... and I'll try to stay away from Recklessness, Danger, and your snargaluff."

Well He'd TRY at least.

He gave her a nod. and was about to move out, but Vindictus Spoke.

More Points? Sure. See what he cares.

And he wanted to see Jacob... couldn't he just talk to him now?

The When Vindictus Left, Jacob looked down at his robes... Wait. "Prof..." but the man had left... WITH HIS BADGE!

Jacob then turned to Professor Bentley. "Am I Dismissed?" he needed to get that badge back. Or he'd throw a temper tantrum. Really. Now was not the time to test him on that. He wanted that Badge!

"I did consider it", she replied to Max in an undertone before watching him leave the Cell... clearly Jacob wasn't off the hook just yet.

"Mmm? .... oh yes, you're dismissed. Just don't forget those conditions," murmered Seren, quite eager to get out of the Cell herself and back to her office for a cup of tea.

Folding the parchment on which Jacob had written his poem, Seren placed it into her pocket then gesturing for Jacob to leave the room, she too left.

She was not about to stand there idly if she didn't have to.

Jacob nodded again, and headed off to follow Vindictus.

Why Though? He could just go take a nap, and then see Vindictus... but for some reason Jacob was already out of the Cell and moving towards the direction out of the Dugeons into the grounds.

It made no sense... he could Just take the secret passageway up a few floors... take a nap and see what the old man wanted... instead he was going straight there? This just didn't feel right.