Post by Prof. Jonathan Starsmore on Feb 18, 2007 16:53:40 GMT
'You're seventeen and in a bleeding school, Simmons - it would have been smart.' Jonathan growled. He then rounded on Will with a raised eyebrows. 'Pardon? "He won't admit he loves her"?' He let the two of them go now, looking from one to the other with narrowed eyes. 'You're fighting over who fancies who, for Merlin's sake?' He sighed heavily. Wasn't it usually the girls who did this sort of thing?
He placed his hands on his hips. 'Fifty points off each for what you've done. Not only have you torn each other to a bloody pulp, you've damaged the hall --' He pointed behind him to several scorch marks on the stone wall, all of them different sizes and colours. 'And you've ruined lunch.' He nodded his head toward the tables stacked up on either side of the hall. 'When you've put them back - without magic - you can get yourselves off to the hospital wing.' He now produced a slip of parchment and a fountain pen, scribbling on it rapidly for a moment before tearing it in half and handing each of them a piece. 'And I'll see you in detention tonight at seven thirty. Don't be late.' He drawled, exiting the hall before they could protest...
He placed his hands on his hips. 'Fifty points off each for what you've done. Not only have you torn each other to a bloody pulp, you've damaged the hall --' He pointed behind him to several scorch marks on the stone wall, all of them different sizes and colours. 'And you've ruined lunch.' He nodded his head toward the tables stacked up on either side of the hall. 'When you've put them back - without magic - you can get yourselves off to the hospital wing.' He now produced a slip of parchment and a fountain pen, scribbling on it rapidly for a moment before tearing it in half and handing each of them a piece. 'And I'll see you in detention tonight at seven thirty. Don't be late.' He drawled, exiting the hall before they could protest...
