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Detention. All because Drast may or may not have made a few innocent scenes around the school.. or maybe he caused a mess in Proctor P's class? Did he do any of it alone? No. But he wasn't a rat. And now he had to write the laws of magic backwards two thousand times before he could be released. And the worst part? It was a Saturday. And Saturdays were for the boys.
Thankfully he wasn't alone. But he hadn't yet had the chance to look around the rest of the room. What he could do, however, was dream about that cooling and refreshing first sip of his flask. He just needed to wait for Proctor Vernon to leave and go do what creepy old Proctors did when they weren't with the students.
"Well.. well.. here we are. I want to congratulate you lot for being on time." The wizened Proctor said as he looked over the group. "It is now 6:04. You have exactly fourteen hours and fifty six minutes to think about why you are here- to ponder.. the error of your ways." Proctor Vernon announced to the group. "You will not talk.. you will not move from these seats. And you, Mister Tal'deneshaar will not be re-animating your friend." He would pause before Drast, hand outstretched for the young man's bag.
Drast's mouth dropped. Fourteen plus hours?! He hadnt prepared for that. That was like.. only two hours before last call!! First night drinking with the boys and now Rupert?! That was it. Drast was going to die. He cursed as he handed over the bag, it felt wrong. It almost hurt. He had found Rupert years ago and he had never spent this long parted from his companion. He felt empty.
"Now, as I informed Drastus here, you are to write the laws of magic two thousand times before that bell rings to release yourselves. In addition, you will craft a way you will make up for your personal infractions. And what you are willing to lose should you repeat them again." He would pause to look over the group, before pointing to the door. "This door shall remain open and my office is right across the hall. Any monkey business, shenanigans, hijinks, hoodwinks, and the like are ill-advised." He would then turn to leave.
Drast cursed as he looked at his hands. How could he be in a room of people and still feel so alone.
Thankfully he wasn't alone. But he hadn't yet had the chance to look around the rest of the room. What he could do, however, was dream about that cooling and refreshing first sip of his flask. He just needed to wait for Proctor Vernon to leave and go do what creepy old Proctors did when they weren't with the students.
"Well.. well.. here we are. I want to congratulate you lot for being on time." The wizened Proctor said as he looked over the group. "It is now 6:04. You have exactly fourteen hours and fifty six minutes to think about why you are here- to ponder.. the error of your ways." Proctor Vernon announced to the group. "You will not talk.. you will not move from these seats. And you, Mister Tal'deneshaar will not be re-animating your friend." He would pause before Drast, hand outstretched for the young man's bag.
Drast's mouth dropped. Fourteen plus hours?! He hadnt prepared for that. That was like.. only two hours before last call!! First night drinking with the boys and now Rupert?! That was it. Drast was going to die. He cursed as he handed over the bag, it felt wrong. It almost hurt. He had found Rupert years ago and he had never spent this long parted from his companion. He felt empty.
"Now, as I informed Drastus here, you are to write the laws of magic two thousand times before that bell rings to release yourselves. In addition, you will craft a way you will make up for your personal infractions. And what you are willing to lose should you repeat them again." He would pause to look over the group, before pointing to the door. "This door shall remain open and my office is right across the hall. Any monkey business, shenanigans, hijinks, hoodwinks, and the like are ill-advised." He would then turn to leave.
Drast cursed as he looked at his hands. How could he be in a room of people and still feel so alone.
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