Post by Lovino Vargas on Feb 4, 2018 3:41:28 GMT
It was only with a well-timed leap that Lovino managed to make it to the proper landing before the stupid moving staircase began to swing towards its next destination. He scowled back at it, scant inches from a sudden drop, then grimaced as the expression tugged at the swelling on his cheek.
Stupid fucking prefects, making him go to his stupid detention before he could go to the hospital wing for proper care. "Perhaps dealing with some bruises for an hour will make you think twice before starting fights," the Gryffindor prefect had sneered, and Lovino hated that he still didn't know the older student's name so he could...rectify this slight. While Lovino knew they were only enforcing the punishment the Transfiguration's professor had given him, he also knew that it was standard for people to go to the Hospital Wing as soon as they were injured, detention or not.
Especially since Lovino wasn't going to detention with the professor who had assigned it, but his own Head of House. After all, Lovino had put a Hufflepuff student in the Hospital Wing himself, on top of descending from flinging jinxes and curses to outright fist-fighting with two other students from Gryffindor, on their way out of Transfiguration.
The other students had detention as well, but thank the lucky stars Lovino hadn't gotten stuck with them. He wasn't sure if it was a sign of favoritism, or if he was supposed to be doubly punished by ending up stuck, alone, with his Head of House.
Lovino didn't know Hamish Stuart very well; the man very rarely made appearances in the Hufflepuff Basement, and as a first year Lovino couldn't take his class yet. However, he'd heard plenty of rumors in his first few weeks from the older students: most of them seemed scared of him, though Lovino didn't know why. Hell, Lovino knew he'd complained to Feliciano plenty of times about how unfair it was that first years couldn't take Care of Magical Creatures, even though they were taking Herbology which could be equally as dangerous.
Still, though; Lovino wasn't looking forward to his first extended stint near his "terrifying" Head of House to be because of a detention. He didn't even know what he was supposed to be doing--the Transfiguration professor had simply told him to go to the Care of Magical Creatures classroom on the third floor, but on the opposite side from Defense Against The Dark Arts. He scowled again, this time ignoring the painful twinge of his swollen face as he meandered towards the narrow hallway. He didn't even know which fucking door was the right one--he'd never been down this way before.
Eventually, after asking two different paintings for directions (and ignoring their comments on his swollen cheek and bright black eye), Lovino squinted up at a nondescript wooden door. The plaque at least read Care of Magical Creatures, but it was shut tight and locked. Hadn't the Transfiguration professor sent a message ahead that he was supposed to serve detention here? Or was he supposed to meet Professor Stuart somewhere else? Frowning magnificently, Lovino knocked firmly on the door. "Professor?" He called, hoping there weren't sound-proofing spells in place like some other professors did in their own classrooms. "Are you in there? Open the damn--the s-stupid door already."
Hamish Stuart
Stupid fucking prefects, making him go to his stupid detention before he could go to the hospital wing for proper care. "Perhaps dealing with some bruises for an hour will make you think twice before starting fights," the Gryffindor prefect had sneered, and Lovino hated that he still didn't know the older student's name so he could...rectify this slight. While Lovino knew they were only enforcing the punishment the Transfiguration's professor had given him, he also knew that it was standard for people to go to the Hospital Wing as soon as they were injured, detention or not.
Especially since Lovino wasn't going to detention with the professor who had assigned it, but his own Head of House. After all, Lovino had put a Hufflepuff student in the Hospital Wing himself, on top of descending from flinging jinxes and curses to outright fist-fighting with two other students from Gryffindor, on their way out of Transfiguration.
The other students had detention as well, but thank the lucky stars Lovino hadn't gotten stuck with them. He wasn't sure if it was a sign of favoritism, or if he was supposed to be doubly punished by ending up stuck, alone, with his Head of House.
Lovino didn't know Hamish Stuart very well; the man very rarely made appearances in the Hufflepuff Basement, and as a first year Lovino couldn't take his class yet. However, he'd heard plenty of rumors in his first few weeks from the older students: most of them seemed scared of him, though Lovino didn't know why. Hell, Lovino knew he'd complained to Feliciano plenty of times about how unfair it was that first years couldn't take Care of Magical Creatures, even though they were taking Herbology which could be equally as dangerous.
Still, though; Lovino wasn't looking forward to his first extended stint near his "terrifying" Head of House to be because of a detention. He didn't even know what he was supposed to be doing--the Transfiguration professor had simply told him to go to the Care of Magical Creatures classroom on the third floor, but on the opposite side from Defense Against The Dark Arts. He scowled again, this time ignoring the painful twinge of his swollen face as he meandered towards the narrow hallway. He didn't even know which fucking door was the right one--he'd never been down this way before.
Eventually, after asking two different paintings for directions (and ignoring their comments on his swollen cheek and bright black eye), Lovino squinted up at a nondescript wooden door. The plaque at least read Care of Magical Creatures, but it was shut tight and locked. Hadn't the Transfiguration professor sent a message ahead that he was supposed to serve detention here? Or was he supposed to meet Professor Stuart somewhere else? Frowning magnificently, Lovino knocked firmly on the door. "Professor?" He called, hoping there weren't sound-proofing spells in place like some other professors did in their own classrooms. "Are you in there? Open the damn--the s-stupid door already."
Hamish Stuart
