Detention

".. I'm disappointed in you. Slytherin. You especially." Professor Sharp's gruff tone was unamused, tired almost as he focused on Artie - one among four Slytherin who had been marched off to the detention room. He'd just finished a long tirade about how there was no chance their House could ever win with the numerous point deductions they constantly stacked up. Not to mention how such gifted students kept finding ways to waste away their talents on pranks and general delinquency.

Sharp sighed heavily, "This is the third time you put floo powder in Ms. Appletrundle's cauldron.. And before you protest - no.." The grizzled professor let his gaze drift to the two Witches, Aumellia and Heather - before continuing: ".. Distracting Miss Appletrundle so Mr Black here can proceed with his antics does not make you a bystander, it makes you party to it."

No one said anything, they'd tried protesting before to no awail. Amuellia only pulled a slight frown while Heather let out an exasperated huff and turned away to look out one of the windows. Artie was the only one of the trio who seemed none-too-bothered by it, he'd spent so much time in detention by this point it may as well just be a class like any other.

"Do better." Sharp muttered, then headed towards the door with the usual limp to his step. Only then acknowleding the fourth student who sat a little further back, with the same tired look he always gave him. ".. We'll speak later." He muttered, then turned around to adress them all once more. "I don't have time to oversee you for some kind of assignment right now. You're free to go, but the Headmaster will be informed, rest assured." With that, he pushed the door open and disappeared from view.

Aumellia immediately turned to Heather and Artie. "I told you he would be mad, next time leave me out of it." She got up on her feet to leave before Mr Black chimed in in a chipper tone: "Oh come on, it was funny." A tense pause followed, before Artie sighed and raised his hands in a mock surrender. "Fine, fine. You made excellent bait, though." He'd added the last bit with an amused grin and it surprisingly drew a light blush from Ms Goldborough.

Heather spoke up to break the somewhat awkward situation: "You two can flirt later, lets go to Three Broomsticks or something, I want a drink." The trio agreed, with Aumellia being the first to hurry out. Probably to cover the blush which had intensified. Artie and Heather paused though as they noticed Adrian seated in the back. The blonde Slytherin boy anxiously drawing his hands up and down robe-covered thighs, he seemed downcast, sad almost. "Wait, why is he here?"
Artie shrugged. "See him in here a lot, I don't know." Addie could hear them perfectly fine, and it's not like he wasn't used to being talked about in third person at this point, but it still dampened his spirits. Always drawing out fresh memories of the most recent bully.

"Hey! Adrian, you want to-.." Artie trailed off, blinking in surprise and a little taken aback as the boy seemed to almost recoil when hearing his name spoken in such an assertive way, only to finally look over and adress the pair in an embarrassed tone: "A-Ah, I'm sorry."
Heather and Artie shared a knowing look, before she headed out after Aumellia.

".. I'm not gonna beat you up or anything, damn." Artie's deadpan expression was met by a puzzled one from Adrian. The Quidditch Captain sighed.
".. We're going to get butterbeers or something, you coming or not?" He nodded towards the door. The shorter, blonde Slytherin seemed to need a moment to process this, but he soon reached up to draw the back of his arm once across his face, failing to hold back a tiny, almost inaudble snivle. "Yeah!" he exlcaimed after recovering and hurried after Artie. The later calling out in an amused tone: "You're buying though, Addie." Hands desperately began searching for Galleons in the pockets on his robe - finding some, Adrian echoed once more, this time in an excited, happy tone: ".. Yeah!"