Professor French entered the H00ligan H0le and lit a few candles for light. He had a parade of girls presumably behind him. If his memory served him correctly, this parade consisted of angry girls of mixed Houses. Even ONE or TWO of House Jeremy Gryffindor...

He waited in silence for 3ach girl to arrive.

Of course. Of course she would have to serve her detention with Frenchy French Fry. Sky sighed before easing herself upright and following the nut into the Hooligan Hole. Hooligan. As if. Since when did taking a stand make you a hooligan? Okay, maybe in the minds of people like French and Bunz. Speaking of which, where was the Headmisstress? Not that she was particularly worried......

Eyebrow raised, she entered the room behind the professor and leaned against the wall, arms and legs crossed, waiting for further instructions.

Minerva followed that wacka doodle professor into the detention room. Her eyes quickly scanned the area. No plants.. no fire.. no tables, but this was how the last one started. She kept quiet and her eyes down. She crossed her arms tightly around her as she followed him in. Was the headmistress there yet, no it didn't seem like it. She hoped maybe she would see what they were talking about once he started doing whatever he would do, but she didn't have high hopes anymore.

Standing quietly once fully in she waiting to see what their torture fate would be this time. Her imagination was running wild and she had to remember to breath a few times. She just wanted this over with. How could she have ended up in detention again.. If Tillstorm saw her right now.. She didn't even want to know the smirk on her or Lafay's face.

Hooligan hole? Interesting. Didn't look like a hole. But maybe the names weren't literal. That was okay. This detention would still be...interesting, or something.

Penelope followed the professor and the others into the room but didn't speak either. Not much to say right now anyway, right? Right. So she stood there with them, arms folded, and waited for it to start.

Best to get this over with, she supposed. Wondering what they were all in for, Claudette wordlessly followed Mr. French, along with the other girls, into whatever detention room they were supposed to be in. Hooligan Hole. The hood pulled low over her head not only partially hid her beard but also the vague look of disdain. Hooligans were not young women who stood up for equality as far as she was concerned. But she wasn't here to argue a trivial point.

She was a little leery of serving this detention if a simple class involved the atrocity on her face.. what would punishment entail? Beneath her hood, she glanced furtively around at the others, anxiously awaiting this ordeal to begin. Hopefully it wouldn't be too horrible. It was only one night, right? She could deal with it..

It really wasnt amusing... like at all, but she really really wanted to just start laughing and it took everything in her being not too. Walking in the room right behind Penelope she shifted slightly and made her way to the other side of the gryffindor to be next to her friend... who didnt take detention well. Ariana on the other hand was greeting it as an old friend, one of those friends that you didnt really like but you hung out with them kinda cause you just felt bad for them.... that was detention, and ariana wanted to just laugh at it... but she didnt.... she just stood by min... biting her lip, next to her friend.. Not. Laughing

Hooligan Hole? Why was it called that!! Was it a hole that they hung Hooligans by their thumbs? She had heard stories about detention before!!! Walking in the room right behind Ariana she took a breath, no hole. That was a good sign right? She leaned against one of the walls waiting... Wondering where the Headmistress was...Wasn't she supposed to be here as well? Also what was this so called detention going to be??! Thats what Nerida was worried about.

Hooligan Hole. She didn't approve of the hooligan part. Neither the hole part actually. But they didn't ask for their opinion when they decided to hold the detention here, and why would they, yeah. Oh, here was the Professor. Where was the Headmistress? Not that Cassia insisted on the presence of the woman. She knew whose side she'd take. Not theirs. And she didn't mean it in the dramatic way. Nope. Casual. Cassia wondered if this had anything with her snot covering the red-headeds neck from two years ago? Ok now she pays for it. The others though? Did they sneeze/cough/breath or do something like that?

Or you know, they all cut class so that's how it's seen.

Following the rest of the girls, Cassia followed the others and blinked at the candles. A week ago she'd have found that cute and nice. But that changed after the last time she made 'pancakes'. Psht.

Let this be done with.

"One.... two.... three..... four, five, six, seven. Oh yes, okay well okay seven. Seven of you. Not six, no okay, not eight. But seven."

Professor French seemed worried about this but did not explain.

"You are here because you failed Arithmancy. You were a disruption to the flow of class. And, lastly, you d0 not listen with your ears."
Yes? Yes okay, their purpose was clear now thanks. Professor French waved his wand once over the head of each girl, and in turn, each of their beards began to GROW. LONG flowing beards that were soon long enough to sweep the floor.

Then he conjured up a few buckets and some cleaner.

"You will clean the floor, yes okay, with your beards, and do Arithmancy as you work. Yes okay you will dip your beard into the soap and suds, dribble onto the floor, count the dribbles and interpret. Then CL3AN. The b3ard is your brush and mop."

Professor French put the instructions from class onto the wall, via parchment, and vaguely lit by a candle.




"Once you are done cleaning okay yes, very good, we will s33 how much you learned okay. You may begin."

(ooc:If someone was de-bearded, they are BEARED once more! Yay!)

Minerva watched him very closely. He might be a nutter, but they were in this horrible dungeon again. Even the biggest nutters could turn very evil so she just waited holding in her need to gasp for air from the panic she was feeling. As he started his ramble she still wondered if someone let him have some of that ice cream from last term. Just blinking as he kept rambling, but she couldn't help but flinch as he came near. She felt and saw the beard growing which made her want to roll her eyes, but she forced them to just stay looking at the ground.

Listening to his rambled directions she couldn't help but breath a bit easier. This is what he wanted them to do, really? After last year she felt she could handle this. She still wish she could prove to him she could be good at this without the facial hair, but whatever she wasn't saying a word if she didn't have to. Looking at the parchment she let out a small quiet sigh, so she would have to talk to him? If she got a three because well he was the only male there.. So duh she was being forced to talk to crazy Mcbeardster whether she liked it or not.

Walking over to a bucket she put the stupid beard into it and let if slop onto the floor. The only highlight of this at the moment was Sky was now a bearded snake and Minerva made sure to get a glance of what she looked like. Focusing back on the water on the floor . Was she suppose to just call out the stuff since there was no parchment for them to use? Well so much for just being quiet. "1.. 2.. 3...4...5... " she counted in a quiet whisper really. She wasn't in any happy bubbly lets enjoy this mood. "23, so 23 would turn into 2 +3= 5.. So 5 would be that number." Looking back up to the parchment she blinked at it.


Shout.. HE wanted her to shout! What was she suppose to shout.. MY PROFESSOR IS A NUTTER!! That sounded like a good thing to shout in her head. "MY NUMBER IS FIVE" see there she shouted. Now she worked on that area so that the water was washed off the floor.

Seven? Huh, Penelope hadn't realized there were that many of them...but that was fine. And beside the point. She just wanted to do whatever it was they had to do and then leave. She definitely wasn't intending to stay here all night.

Right, right, failed Arithmancy, disrupted class, etc., etc., they already knew why they were here...

Then suddenly, beards.

Really LONG ones too. Merlin, this was a lot of hair. And it was really itchy. Urgh. Itch itch itch itch. Yeah, she would definitely be leaving the beard-wearing to the boyfriend. These were no fun. And apparently they were supposed to clean the floor with them...and interpret the dribbles of soap and stuff. Interpret how? She wasn't a walking Arithmancy textbook. Hopefully one of the others had those meanings and stuff memorized.

Oh, there was a list. They were supposed to do those all at once or in that order? They were kinda contradictory, so maybe it wasn't all at once...but was there some kinda length for each step? How much they were supposed to say or do before moving on to the next?

Actually...she didn't care. She just wanted this over with, so she'd just wing it and watch what the others did and maybe copy them if it seemed right.

But first things first...she bent down to dunk the ends of her ridiculously long beard into the soapy bucket water. Minerva was already starting and...oh wait. That was what the list meant? That list WAS the interpretations?

...Those were weird interpretations. But Arithmancy stuff was sometimes weird anyway, even before this guy came, so that wasn't new. Anyway.

Dribble dribble dribble... Penelope counted the little dribble spots her beard made on the floor and found there were 11 in total. Which reduced down to two because one plus one equaled two. So...she had to speak in rhymes? Great.

"My number is two," she said, "and my beard is not blue." There. A rhyme. And now to work on cleaning the floor.

Failed Arithmancy? Well, that was a bit dramatic.. but she supposed they did disrupt class or something like that. So, okay.. getting started? Claudette watched a bit apprehensively as French waved his wand over her head and her eyes widened as her beard grew.. down to the floor. See.. she knew better than to try to remove it beforehand. Good thing she didn't waste any of her potion. She'd have to wait till this ordeal was over.

And if it wasn't bad enough to have the monstrosity hanging from her chin, now she had to clean with it? That meant that not only was it bristly and itchy, but it was also going to get wet and soapy and grimy from cleaning the floor.. and probably tangled and matted from scrubbing. GROSS.

But Claudette was not going to complain. See where it had gotten her to begin with? And now they still had to do Arithmancy with the wretched beards. She squinted up at the parchment, staring at it for a moment. Huh? The 16 year old was still rather confused so she watched Minerva, then the Gryffindor girl get started. Um.. okay..

She grimaced as she picked up the end of her floor length beard and dipped it into the bucket. Then she let it dribble onto the floor, staring blankly at the drips of water. Merlin, this was weird.. Slowly, she counted the drops silently until she reached 15. Then she looked up at the parchment again. The sixth year knew basic Arithmancy so she also knew she had to reduce her double digit number to a single digit.. 1 + 5 = 6. So her number was six - Omit every other word of conversation.. Alright.

"I.... number.... Professor." She looked up at him for a moment before she grabbed some cleaner and bent down and started scrubbing a corner of the floor with her wet beard. ".... all.... I.... to.... ?" And he was just supposed to know what she was saying? Was she doing this right?

Cassia stood trying to ignore the hair on her chin. The main reason she followed Ariana out. Because she couldn't stand that she had a beard. Something she was going to be scarred for life because. drama queen. But look at them standing here with beard still on and what was the man doing??? Great. Cassia's face was a frowning one. She hadn't been smiling anyway these days and something told her that this detention was going to add up? Or maybe not.

She listened to the Professor talking. Well, she thought they did a favor to the class by leaving rather than keeping on arguing. Apparently it wasn't seen like this. Okay. And they didn't hear with their ears? She would have asked but doubted she'd understand the answer. It would probably involve invisible ears or words or meanings. Better to feign knowledge yeah? Clearly that works around the castle. Once the man was done, Cassia nodded solemnly and glanced at the other girls. Needless to say they weren't amused.

Cleaning. With beards. As if they hadn't had enough of that last year. The cleaning not the beards. You never know at Hogwarts.

The snake walked over to one of the buckets and dipped the tip of her beard with a disgusted face of course, then she removed the bucket and let it drip on the floor. Time to count some drops yeah?

Her eyes followed the soapy water and she counted. Seven drops. So her number was seven, right?

Now she needed to say it out loud? The others did.

She hesitated trying to form the sentence in her head before speaking it up. "My...is." Omitting number..?..though she couldn't omit the number, "Seven..." And now she had to rhyme it with something. That was not easy. She wasn't that poetic. she stuttered a bit before adding, "...not eleven..." It rhymed yeah?

Hooligan Hole might not have had many holes that were visible to the naked eye, but for those who knew where to look, there was always something to be found.

Bunz popped in through a secret side door of the detention cell and sidled up to Professor R. French. She watched the Bearded Ladies hard at work for a few moments, naturally having no idea why some were yelling and some were speaking in riddles. Then she leaned into the professor: "We usually confiscate their wands, you know. Feel free to do that." And whatever else he pleased to them.

Was it just her or did some of them have particularly long...er... beards now?

Minerva glanced up when she saw movement and noticed the Headmistress. Well of course she would be there she was the one that gave this pointless detention. Minerva turned back to the bucket. As degrading as she felt this was. She would certainly take this over burning plants any day. With all honestly the activity itself really wasn't that bad. If it wasn't for the fact that he started the way he did Minerva probably would have found it funny, but there was nothing funny about saying she wasn't smarter than a guy.. She knew better ..

Placing the gross beard back into the bucket she let it roll out and started counting. 1.. 2.. 3.. really how long was this detention going to last.. Oh great she had totally forgot where she was on counting. Well back to the beginning. 1..2.. 3.. she counted and counted the dots, 19 was her total. Well 1+9 was 10 and she knew there wasn't a ten so 1+0 was 1 of course.

Looking at that parchment she couldn't help but shake her head. Quiet.. sure.. it's how she felt anyway, but body language. She felt the need to roll her eyes and decided to make a body one. Putting her hands over her head she shaped herself as a one. See there was body language.. well about all she could do with the number one at least.

Bending down she put the disgusting beard in her hand and brushed the water into the floor to clean the area. Thank Merlin she at least had the Prefect Bathroom to head towards when they were done.

Seven? Really. Nice, Nerida hadn't realized that it was that many of them in the rebel cause.

Failed Arithmancy, disrupted class, blah, blah, blah... Everybody knew why they had detention..

Then suddenly, beards. Long ones not the little or medium sized ones they had.

And it was itchy!! Back with the beards! WHY?! They were what????? Clean the floor with them... And interpret the dribbles of soap and stuff... Okay?? Sure

Oh, there was a list. Seemed easy... Right? Just had to do them all... And after that and the room was clean they could like leave right?

She bent down to dunk the ends of her long beard into the soapy bucket water. Everyone had already started....

Dribble dribble dribble... Dribble dribble dribble...

"1, 2, 3..." Nerida counted the little dribble spots her beard made on the floor and found there were 10 in total. Which reduced down to one because one plus zero equals one. So now to be quiet and speak with body language... She really wanted this beard off...

So she took her hands and made scissors and pretended to cut off the beard before going back to dribbling and counting...

At least step one was done, right?

Ew..Eww.

Why not give them rugs to clean with? Why beards? Why not anything else? This question was going to stay in her mind till she died. Might even write a book about it. This detention wouldn't be mentioned of course. A couple of stuffs would be conveniently made up so she'd look cool. Her friends might be mentioned as well. But the spotlight would totally be on her.

Cassia dipped the end of her temporary beard into the bucket again, and when she looked up she saw the headmistress. Come to gloat, yeah? And there Cassia thought they had sorted out their differences and let the grudges fade away. Because this was obviously personal, right?! Everyone wanted to be mean to her. All about her. Oh and the others. But she so didn't deserve it. Psht, and so they cut class and walked out without permission. They take it very seriously here.

Though right now she wasn't amused at all. FINE! She might just sneeze very soon-ish or something different? At least Now Lex would be kinda proud or whatever. Funny how Cassia thought that if she ever got in detention, Lex would be right next to her. Well, now Cassia has something to brag about to Lottie and Lex. And they say she doesn't have a stomach for this sorta stuff. Oh, she was so tough. Lookit her revolting!

WAS THAT A BUG!? EWWWWWWWWWW.

Don't they clean this place? Well, explains why they were asked to clean it with theier beards.

Cassia walked over to one of the walls and started scrubbing. She glanced down at the drops and counted. 13. Then the number was 1+3=4. Right.

"Four!" She shouted facing the wall. At least there wasn't a crowd and no one would see them. They needed to have an agreement that what happens here stays HERE!!

Seriously, who cared how many of them there were? On with the detention assignment, so that she could get it over and........

Wait, what?! Sky gasped as her pretty face was marred by a beard. Grr......... AND THEY HAD TO CLEAN THE FLOOR WITH THEM TOO?!! One fuming snake here, she was. Running through all the curses she knew and imagining using them on Frenchy French and the Headmisstress, she dipped her now floor length beard in the soapy water and splashed it on the hard surface below, making sure to get as much as she could on Professor French. There take that, you beard loving weirdo!

Now, counting the drops. Twenty five. Two plus five equaled seven. And yes, she could've done it with her hair or a paintbrush or something instead. She looked at the parchment to see what ridiculous thing she was going to have to do (all the while thinking that Divination had more basis in reality than this). End all words with s. Yeah okay, and how was that supposed to help her?

"Sevenssssssssss." And yes, she did drag that final s out into a hiss.

It was just when she was about to dip her beard back into the water to start cleaning that the Headmisstress snuck into the room and a deliciously evil idea popped into her head, accompanied by a smirk. Sky dunked her facial hair into the bucket and pulled it back out quickly, splashing a whole bunch of water in the Headmisstress' direction before plopping the soapy face based mop on the floor and beginning to clean.

Ooops?

SIGH DETENTION SIGH!
So regardless they STILL had to do this stupid assignment they one they were REBELLING against Sigh Sigh SIGH whatever

also cleaning the floor with beads.. shouldnt the floor ALREADY be clean.. the house elves were back yeah? Also, was this SANITARY, also Pr0f3ss0r fr3ak was LAME, for the record.. again

Dripping her beard in the sudsy soap she let out a slight aggravated sigh and she dribbled onto the floor and counted...
"one, two, three, four, five, Six... she counted up to Twelve dots and 1+2=3 so her number was three.. she looked up to see and..........

She could only talk to professor WEIRD.. No .. No No..

Next one.. she was just going to move along, yes, OKAY

Ah.

The Headmistress.
Professor R. French tucked the front of his shirt into his pants and adjusted his belt upon her arrival. "I do not think that will be required, Headmistress. They are good girls that simply got caught up in the mob mentality. As I told them, they were not listening with their ears."

The Professor rocked back on his heels before speaking to the girls more directly, "Well done, girls. You see?" Did they S33????

Scrub scrub scrub scrub....ugh, this was gross. Cleaning the floor didn't have to be really bad or gross, but the fact that it was with a beard made it a lot worse. She wasn't sure why, it just...did. It was a lot different from using a mop. Mops at least weren't generally made with hair, especially not hair that was still on peoples' faces, people who shouldn't have to have beards.

She still wasn't even sure how this was a legit "branch" of Arithmancy, but whatever. Penelope was pretty sure she wasn't gonna need this subject in the future anyway, so she was okay with dropping it if that was still a consequence for them walking out. Really, no loss.

It felt like the beard was running out of soapy water now, so she dipped the ends of it back in and...did they have to dribble the stuff and count all over again? Eh, why not. It actually sorta helped with the tediousness of the cleaning. So she pulled the beard back out and let the water drop.

Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5........13, 14, 15, 16......21, 22... That was it. Twenty-two drops. Two plus two was four. Right, that meant....she had to say things twice. And the crazy professor was speaking to them. Hm...

"I S33 that my number is four now." And she had to say it twice, so... "I S33 that my number is four now." And now back to scrubbing the floor with this stupid beard...

This was gross!! Her face was way too close to the ground and she kept on seeing bugs!!! And she hated bugs! If one came up to her she would freak or if one was near her she would scream!! Ever since she was little bugs gave her the creeps and she didn't want to look at or touch them!!

She still wasn't even sure why they were doing this but okay.... How would Nerida use this subject in the future anyways... Counting she had done and the basics... But besides those what would she need it for.

It felt like the beard was running out of soapy water now...Since the bubbles started to disapper. She walked back over to the bucket and put the long beard in it again. She pulled the beard back out and let the water drop.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5........16, 17, 18, 19......29, 31... That was it. Thirty-one drops. Three plus one was four. Okay, so that meant she had to say things twice. And the crazy beard professor was speaking to them. No confiscating the wands...Cool what would she use the wand for here, anyways? See what they she still hated beards...

"My number is also four." And she had to say it twice, so she repeated herself... "My number is also four." And now back to cleaning the stinking floor with this stupid long ugly itchy beard!

Claudette continued scrubbing the floor with her wet, soapy, gross beard, glancing up as the Headmistress suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She wasn't all that surprised to see her, having been issued the detention by her, though she vaguely thought she might have met them there like French did. Not that it mattered, she just wanted to get this done and over with.

French hadn't answered her question, though she wasn't really sure how he would have, omitting every other word of conversation would make it hard for anyone to understand her. But she also wasn't sure what else she should say.. maybe she should ask him? Oh.. and the other girls were continuing to interpret their water drops and not just stay with the first number they had? she wasn't sure what she should do.. maybe she'd ask.

"Professor, ... we ... to ... the ... number ... continue ... interpret ... time ... put .. beards .. the .. ?" Ugh.. what in the world was she doing? She shook her head at herself. No way was he going to understand what she was asking. She decided to follow the other girls' lead and dip her beard in again for another reading.. or whatever.

Claudette dipped her freakishly long beard into the water again and moved to a yet unclean part of the floor, allowing the water to drip. One.. two.. three.. she counted silently to herself until she reached 17. That meant 8 in Arithmancy terms and she looked at the parchment. Um.. Okay.. that meant to reverse your sentences?

She looked up at the Professor as he spoke to the Headmistress and then addressed them. If she hadn't have had to clean with this gross beard, she was sure she'd find the whole thing hilarious.. but for now she just wanted to get through it. She gave French a small smile even if she did think he was a lunatic, as he told them well done. "Eight is number my see I yes," she said slowly, trying to properly reverse the words. Then she began scrubbing that spot with her nasty, matted beard. "Say I should else what?" Because she really felt that there was supposed to be something said here or else she'd just be silent. "Wrong this doing I'm maybe," she muttered quietly as she continued cleaning.

Honestly if she didn't think the lesson in class was weird and well pointless she was feeling that way again now. It was numbers, but what was the point of this crazy except making the students crazy. Then she heard it. She heard him talk to the Headmistress... Hold the phone.. Crazy was talking normal. She glanced up at the two adults in the room, but only for a moment. So was this a game he was playing, act nutter to the students and normal to the headmistress.


Whatever it wasn't her problem she most likely would not be seeing this man after she was done with detention again. Healer Tillstorm said nothing about needing Arithmancy for healing so she wouldn't have to take it any longer and if she did feel the need to do well on her NEWTs because Minerva always had to do well.. she would go to Hadley for the help not him.

Moving on with this horrid assignment/punishment Minerva put this horrible beard back in the bucket. Merlin her shoes were getting wet. She couldn't wait to get to wash all of this off once this was over.

Drip.. drip... drip..

Minerva watched as the water splashed to the floor again. She stepped back not realizing she had stepped on (Sky's) someone else's beard. Now she needed to count. 1.. 2.. 3.. There was just three this time. Maybe she didn't let the gross beard sit long enough or ewww gross the water was absorbing into it. She was going to be really grossed out if water made it to her face, this thing better not be like a sponge. She kept telling herself though, better than burning plants, better than burning plants.

So three was her number. Looking to see what that meant. You have to be kidding.. Talk only to the opposite sex!!! That meant she had to speak to him. Taking a deep breath and being as professional as the seventeen year old could be she smiled towards the professor. No need for the man to realize how miserable she was, but she was still a leader in this room even if she didn't feel like much of one lately. "Sir my number is three and since it says to speak only to the opposite sex and clearly you are the only one, I wanted to just tell you what my number was."

There she talked to him. Now she bent down scrubbing at the area the water had fallen.