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Detention: Behati Gadot, Julian Pritchard, Maggie Sinclair, Josephine Tindall

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Headmistress McGonagall

When she had accepted the job of Headmistress, she hadn’t predicted that she would have been on the ground during an attack, let alone that students would be turning against each other. She couldn’t force them to like each other, to be sure, but she could make an effort to get them to reach some place of understanding.

 

Or at least not hex each other.

 

Each student had received instructions to join her at an unused classroom on the fourth floor of the school. Inside, there were a large assortment of blocks in various sizes, ranging from the size of a pebble to the size of a chair.

 

“Miss Gadot, Miss Tindall, Miss Sinclair, and Mister Pritchard, your task today is to build a tower. When the tower has been built and can stand, your detention will be over. A word of advice before you begin, a house divided cannot stand.”



 

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Welcome to Detention with the Headmistress! You’ve been tasked with building a tower out of an assortment of blocks together. Your detention will be complete with the tower is standing. But be warned, the blocks have been enchanted and will fall out of place if you are unable to agree how to build the tower together. Five posts of 100 wc or more each should suffice.

 

 @Behati Gadot @Julian Pritchard @Maggie Sinclair  @Josephine Tindall

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Julian Pritchard

Post #1 || 153 Words

 

Julian had arrived to his scheduled detention a few minutes early, determined to get it over with as quickly as possible. He’d been half expecting they’d all have to serve it together, but he still tensed when he discovered the other three girls would be in the room with him. Behati most of all.

 

Arms crossed tightly on his chest, Julian did not look at any of them as he nodded and surveyed the (seemingly pointless) task they’d been assigned. He was grateful for it nonetheless. This would be so much easier with something practical to focus his attention on.

 

After a second, he spoke, staring at a smallish block that was just a few inches away from his shoe. “So we should probably group together the blocks by size. We can use all the bigger ones to build the base. It’s probably best to err on the side of broad versus narrow.”

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Behati Gadot

This was stupid.

 

There was absolutely no reason why she should’ve been here, nor Julian, really, even though his actions in the Great Hall had been traitorous. Behati had simply been defending herself from the onslaught of food that’d been thrown her way and now she was being punished. Being forced to have detention in the same room as the girls who’d first attacked her was surely not going to end well, despite Headmistress McGonagall’s best hopes. Bee was already prepared with a slew of spells and hexes to cast if need be. Maggie was more than determined to harm her, and that was something that no amount of detentions would force her to take lightly. It was kill or be killed, hunter or prey, and she would not be in the latter two categories.

 

She arrived at the detention spot and stood a ways away from the other three in the room. Just because they were being forced to complete this ridiculous task together, didn’t mean that she had to stand near them. “Yeah, sure. Whatever,” she said flippantly to @Julian Pritchard at his suggestion. Whatever it took to get her out of there faster.

 

Post #1, 196 words

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Maggie Sinclair

POST ONE

WC:304

 

Maggie had learned many things over the years from either watching the girls in her house slap fight each other, to the bits of wisdom her dad peppered through his letters between pleadings for her to not get expelled, and demands to keep whatever energy she’d had in her first term, because her Arithmancy grade had jumped two whole letters.

 

The thing was, Maggie did plan on keeping up that same energy, just not in the way he probably expected, because what she’d gotten from his letters – and the slap fighting- was never underestimate the upper hand of being prepared, and boy bloody howdy, was she flacking prepared.

 

Nox had gone off on his rag about radical protesting earlier in the week, and she’d hung on every word, planning and plotting and holding her cards close to the chest -so he wouldn’t talk her out of it- until she could send away to her youngest brother for a couple of items she was sure he’d appreciate lending to the cause of the Sinclair’s not taking no mess, and strolled in all smiles and flipping hair with several dungbombs in the pouch of her hoodie with plans to strike at Behati at the last possible second so the girl could get a whiff of what everyone one else was whenever she opened her mouth.

 

She’d even accounted for the presence of a professor, but not the headmistress. Damnit. Maggie’s steps faltered for only a moment before she was strolling to a space in the room while they waited for the rest to show up and promptly found herself scowling at the Headmistresses words.

 

"Then she should thank flack i'm not in her sodding house then, otherwise I'd burn it to the ground." she snapped, giving @Behati Gadotall the stink eye of life.

 

 

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idk why this other one is here. it wont' go away x_x

@Behati Gadot

Edited by Maggie Sinclair
formating fix & adding more <3

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Josephine Tindall

POST ONE / wc. 216

 

She'd resigned to just dealing with this. Usually Josephine was a huge advocate for staying out of the drama (certainly drama she wasn't involved in) and observing from a safe distance in which she could dust her hands of any and all responsibility or emotional investment. 

 

Ew. 

 

Now here she was paused outside the unused classroom on the fourth floor, the very same room that she and all her year-mates had gathered post attack to try and forget the horror that so many of them had suffered through because of the ineptitude of the school. Except this time Jo wouldn't be engaging in spin the bottle with a side of light snogging. No, upon entering the classroom she was met with the sight of blocks and a stern looking Headmistress. Jo raised a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. 

 

All she'd done was throw a damn dinner roll. 

 

Flack, imagine if she'd actually gone through with her initial offer of punching Behati in the face like she'd suggested to Jaxon. 

 

"Right," Jo moved to stand next to Julian, because Ravenclaw solidarity or some nonsense—and she also just didn't want to be in the line of fire when Maggie snapped again (not that Jo would blame her) and attacked the bigot in the room. 

Edited by Josephine Tindall

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Julian Pritchard

Post #2 || 223 Words

 

Julian, who had not contemplated the possibility that the older Slytherin girl - Ms. Sinclair, from what he’d heard McGonagall call her - would eventually snap (certainly not in front of their headmistress) was a little bemused when Jo went to stand next to him, considering the fact that, beyond Quidditch and occasionally seeing her around the common room, their interactions up that point had been largely minimal. As the one person in the room whom he both (1) knew and who (2) did not seem to think he ought to be expelled from school, he rather appreciated the gesture. He still wasn’t exactly sure how she’d ended in detention with the rest of them, though. He’d only seen her laughing. Maybe she’d thrown something before Jack had spoken.

 

Behati was the only one of the trio who seemed to even consider his suggestion, and Julian scowled at her tone. He would’ve thought she could be civil, at least, if only for the sake of getting out of detention faster. Sighing, he bent over and picked a few of the smallest-looking blocks with the intention to start piling them up in a corner, but hesitated. While Behati had technically agreed, it hadn’t been a ringing endorsement either.

 

“We could also do something else, if you think it’d work better.” He chanced a glance at his yearmate.

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Behati Gadot

Headmistress McGonagall’s presence in the room only brought temporary relief to Behati before the realization hit her that the older woman standing watch over all of them meant that she couldn’t retaliate against Maggie without facing extra punishment. She knew that Maggie was a delinquent and a hooligan who accepted punishments like they were going out of style, but that wasn’t Behati’s style. The young Hufflepuff girl had always made sure to follow the rules, never straying from the path of righteousness because she hated to face the vengeful hand of God. She was also afraid of getting in trouble, but that sounded way less cool and dramatic.

 

She snorted at Maggie’s comment about burning Hufflepuff house to the ground, followed by an eye roll. “Like you’re one to talk—Slytherin is known for being the leader of hatred and discrimination. Heir of Slytherin. Does that ring any bells? Your own house still doesn’t allow Muggleborn students in. So stop acting all high and mighty, you rat.” Maggie was the irritable bowel syndrome that wouldn’t let you get a moment’s rest.

 

McGonagall said that they had to agree on where to put the blocks, but she never said they had to be nice to each other while doing it.

 

“No, Julian,” Bee said, turning her attention to her year-mate. “Your idea is fine. It makes the most amount of sense. We can start with the larger pieces and go from the outside in so as to provide more structural support.” Behati didn’t even bother to ask Maggie or the Ravenclaw girl what they thought was best. Julian, werewolf or not, was still the smartest one out of all of them in the room, so if he suggested it, it was most likely the best strategy.

 

Post #2, 294 words

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Maggie Sinclair

POST TWO

WC:193

 

Even though she kept checking for an opening where she could firebomb Behati back into the stone age with the smell of sweet, sweet green baby poo ( that’s what the packaging had said.) McGongall maintained her vigil as the goddamn rock in a stream she was. Where everything, no matter how you tried, happened around her.

 

Of course, this only came second to Maggie rolling her eyes hard enough to the seeming benevolence the girl was showing to their one resident werewolf, and Maggie could not goddamn believe what she was seeing with her own eyes. Standing so abruptly that one of her smuggled in dung bombs tipped out of her hoodie and rolled, Maggie ignored it for blistering Behati’s ears for her breathtakingly gross microagressions.

 

She’d been waiting for it of course, but still.

 

His idea was okay?

 

“Are you serious right now?!” she barked, kicking the thing along the floor it didn't explode to storm closer to the girl.

 

“What’re you trying to say to him, Gadot, that he’s a credit to his pack?! You sound like you can’t believe he knows it makes sense to start the base bigger. You are un-flacking-believable!”

Edited by Maggie Sinclair

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Josephine Tindall

POST TWO / wc. 265

 

The way Behati spoke to Julian was off-putting and frowned, glancing between the pair. At least she wasn't being completely awful in that moment, a small victory? Not that Jo cared, the reason she hadn't said anything about Behati's terrible tone was because she wanted get this done quickly and leave.

 

Clearly they all had better places to be and didn't want to spend this time together.

 

Or perhaps not?

 

"Oh for flacks sake," Jo grimaced, pinching the bridge of her nose as Behati kicked off about Slytherin and it's lack of Muggleborn admission. It seemed nobody here was educated enough to know the value of keeping their mouths shut. Even Jo who did have a habit of running her mouth or acting foolishly (it's how she ended up in here after all) knew this wasn't the time.

 

So, despite the escalating tensions in the room, began sorting the blocks, muttering under her breath and just waiting for Maggie to blow up too. Judging by the look on her face that would happen in—

 

"3, 2, 1..."

 

Maggie's words, harsh and snapped with such force, caused Jo to bite her cheek and suppress her laughter. Jo couldn't blame the girl for her anger, it wasn't misplaced but now wasn't the time. Still the Ravenclaw did nothing to intervene. She snorted, picking up one of the larger blocks and side stepping the dung bomb that was kicked her way. "I don't think she meant it exactly like that but go off," Jo encouraged. 

Edited by Josephine Tindall

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Julian Pritchard

Post #3 || 399 Words

 

Julian tensed when Behati went off on Salazar Slytherin. The Hufflepuff wasn’t wrong, really, though he had met enough Slytherins to know that whatever the faults of the house’s founder weren’t necessarily reflected in its members. The argument, then, was not a very good one. If this had been any other situation, he would’ve pointed that out, but he had no desire to either agree with, or antagonise Behati and set off another argument - especially not now that she was agreeing to his plan - so he bit his lip and nodded to acknowledge her agreement, walking over to place the small blocks he’d gathered in a small pile out of the way.

 

He should’ve known it couldn’t be so simple. Jo did, apparently, and he looked up, bemused, when he heard her counting down. By the time he registered why, the Slytherin girl was already snapping at Behati.

 

Julian winced at the volume, hands halfway to his ears as he stared at her and tried to process what she was saying.

 

A credit to his pack.

 

He could feel his cheeks grow hot at the words. He had no idea how she’d gotten that from what Behati had said, or how she’d come to the conclusion that Behati was somehow insulting his intelligence like it was the logical thing for her to do. And he had no idea why had to go and use the word pack, at all, like they all needed an explicit reminder that he was a werewolf. And there was something so galling about having her speak about him like that, like he wasn’t even there, or couldn’t speak up himself if he wanted to, and it all mingled with the frustration he was already feeling about how little progress they were making and the sheer unfairness that he was stuck in detention in the first place, and it made his chest feel tight and his hands feel all tingly, until he couldn’t quite stand it.

 

“Just stop,” He spoke much louder than he’d intended, all of his frustration concentrated in that one last syllable. “I don’t need you to defend me like I’m some helpless child. Just- Flacking stop. Please.

 

It occurred to him a moment later that he’d not just basically cursed, but cursed in front of their headmistress. Face properly burning now, he averted his gaze from the girls and went back to picking up a slightly bigger group of blocks.

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Behati Gadot

Behati, for her part, had absolutely no flacking idea what the hell @Maggie Sinclair was going on about. No, seriously. Bee could’ve sworn she’d said something completely different from whatever Maggie was currently in her face ranting and raving about. But she wasn’t surprised that the Slytherin girl chose to hear whatever it was she wanted to hear—Bee had suspected since the moment she met Maggie that that was the entirety of the girl’s personality: hear whatever she wanted to hear and discard the rest so she could seem as if she was fighting the good social justice fight. “Maggie, I’m sorry you have selective hearing as well as selective intelligence, but back up out of my face.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. Maggie’s breath was hot and Bee was uncomfortable.

 

The younger Ravenclaw girl in the room was encouraging Maggie’s ridiculous display, and Behati couldn’t help herself as she quickly flicked her eyes over to @Josephine Tindall and gave the girl a very stern: “Shut up.” They weren’t getting anywhere with all this mindless bickering, but Bee refused to be ganged up on in the detention room. She had her dignity and self-respect, after all. Julian’s temperament reached a fever pitch as he snapped in a way the Hufflepuff had never witnessed before. To say that she didn’t flinch slightly would’ve been a lie. Some part of Bee was afraid that Julian would shift right then and there and kill them all, Headmistress included.

 

“Catch yourself on, Maggie. He doesn’t need your bloody protection.” Bee held the Slytherin girl’s gaze as she continued. “Do you plan on actually helping us, or are you gonna do a sit-in protest to waste our time some more?”

 

Post #3, 292 words

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Maggie Sinclair

POST THREE

WC:249

 

 

Classic misdirection.

 

That had been her motivation in turning up the way she’d done, going full tilt at Behati to pull everyone’s attention to a possible brawl, instead of on the floor where she’d managed to toss another poo-bomb and cover the sound of it rolling with the volume of her accusations. Now she’d done it, well it looked like she’d gone a bit too far with her wording and for a moment, Maggie was shamed she’d been needlessly inconsiderate about Pritchard’s autonomy? Condition? She’d have to ask Nox what the best descriptor was for someone who’d been forced into lycanthropy. That could come later though, because right now she probably needed to apologize because she hadn’t thought beyond cornering Behati.

 

“I’m sorry, Julian. That was badly done of me.” She told him, and would have even gone on to help him gather up the smaller blocks for atonement, but dear old Behati couldn’t keep her mouth shut and Maggie was just goddamn done. With the girls arrogance. With the way she seemed to think she was untouchable because McGonagall was there. The way Behati’s tone just dripped smirky satisfaction over Maggie having been revealed as a bad werewolf ally even.

 

All of it made her sod the fact that she was probably in full view of the headmistress. This witch was going down.

 

“How about you catch?” she quipped, pulling the pin of the last dung bomb in her hoodie, before chucking the ticking thing right at Behati.

 

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Josephine Tindall

POST THREE / wc. 249

 

Did Behati really think that telling Josephine to shut up would help on any level? Jo pinched the bridge of her nose, resisting the urge to scream up at the ceiling and ask the higher powers what the hell she had done to deserve this? Never again would she use a dinner roll as a projectile. Never again would she yeet the yeast.  "Um no?" Jo scoffed.  "How about the both of you shut up, get to sorting these blocks so we all can leave." Jo pointed at Julian, "He shouldn't even be here but was unfortunately dragged into the middle of your crap." She dropped the block in her other hand, lest she end up throwing it at one of their heads.

 

The idiotic bickering happening between Maggie and Behati seemed like it was less about fighting for a cause now and more about their mutual dislike for one another. As Jo had said to Jaxon, who was Maggie's bloody brother, this fake 'woke-ness' that people had adopted all over the school was nauseating to witness and was made all the more sickening when Julian literally had to tell Maggie to stop.  Jo chewed on her bottom lip, expecting his words to at least silence the arguing. 

 

It did not and while the Slytherin had the good sense to apologise it clearly didn't mean they were coming together to work in harmony anytime soon. 

 

Because a dung bomb was now flying across the room. 

 

Jo recoiled, pressing herself up against a wall as far away from the dung bomb as possible. Her upper lip curled in disgust. "Oh what the hell?" 

Edited by Josephine Tindall

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Julian Pritchard

Post #4 || 251 Words

 

After his outburst, Julian didn’t quite dare look up at Maggie for fear that she would just yell right back. She didn’t, or even simply turn in silence to the task at hand. He hadn’t been expecting an apology and, though he probably should’ve been pleased to get one, he merely nodded at her words. He was still both embarrassed that he’d let his temper get the better of him, and annoyed that he’d had to speak up at all. He simply wished everyone could listen to Jo, and shut up and do what they had to do.

 

And then Behati spoke, and Julian very nearly fumbled the block that he’d been clutching. It felt like he’d just been punched in the gut - because of course Behati would say that he didn’t need protection, and even though he’d literally just said it himself, all he wanted to do was to tell her to shut up because they wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for her and her nonsense. Before he had the chance to say anything, however, Maggie spoke and Julian turned his gaze up just in time to see the dungbomb leave her hand.

 

He drew his wand, but the incantation he’d been about to cast - the halting charm - froze in his lips; the situation was too similar to the one that had landed him in detention and it made him hesitate. Instead, he took a step back and tensed, waiting for it to land.

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