detention , james

[Sawyer Cady]

Sawyer straightened the things on her desk, staring down at the paperwork she was supposed to be doing. There were lessons to set up and more thought than she wanted to put into anything at the moment. Detention. That was what tonight was about. It was the beginning of the semester and already she’d had to deduct points and throw poor James into detention. She had been hoping that he would learn, but obviously that had been asking too much. The boy just couldn’t figure out how to shut his mouth, which was the issue. Sawyer leaned back in her chair and rubbed at her eyes for a moment before she heard the door crack open. She lowered her eyes to her watch before she looked over at the doorway. “You’re early. Why can’t you be punctual and a good student like this during class? It’d make your life a lot easier.” Sawyer motioned toward the desk set up in front of her with a slight frown. “Lines, Mr. Potter. Until you feel like your hand will fall off.” She then motioned to the chalkboard behind her which said 'I will not speak out of turn.' in her looping handwriting.

James Potter

[James Potter]

James headed along the corridor towards Professor Cady's office. It was only the start of the term but he was in detention already. Was he surprised? Not even the slightest. James was in detention so often that it was practically a pre-schedules part of his time table. Today it was with possibly the hottest professor in the school, so it was hardly a punishment at all.

“You’re early. Why can’t you be punctual and a good student like this during class? It’d make your life a lot easier.”

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early." James grinned as he shut the door behind and strode down the room towards the desk that was set up, and flopped into the seat, his bag hitting the floor with a thump. There really wasn't anything in it, but he hadn't thought to take it back to his room.

“Lines, Mr. Potter. Until you feel like your hand will fall off.”

James just rolled his eyes as he saw the words he was supposed to write appear on the board at the front. "Sure thing, hot stuff." He made a show of stretching and dragging time out before slowly pulling the things he needed towards him.

[Sawyer Cady]

Sawyer furrowed her brows at James and his statement that made no sense. She seriously considering commenting on it for a moment before she shook her head. There was no point in trying to figure out the proper way to get back at him. Had they been the same age, it would have been no problem whatsoever. But with her being ten years older and his professor, it made it much more difficult for her to shoot back remarks at him. She could get fired for saying the wrong thing, though she doubted very much that James would ever be the one to rat her out for something she had let slip.

“Please, do not make me give you detention again. I will find more difficult things for you to do. I thought I’d be nice with the lines since this is the first detention I’ve had to give you this year.” She lifted her brows at him, hoping that he would just comply. She didn’t take enjoyment at being the professor that continuously threw him into detention, but it always seemed like she was the one that overheard him or saw him and his group of friends doing something detention worthy. “Can we at least attempt to have a decent year together?” Probably wishful thinking but it was worth a shot.

[James Potter]

“Please, do not make me give you detention again. I will find more difficult things for you to do. I thought I’d be nice with the lines since this is the first detention I’ve had to give you this year.”

James grinned, delaying picking up the quill and parchment for as long as he possible could. "More difficult that writing lines? My mind boggles." He grinned, throwing a wink her way for good measure. Why professors always insisted on writing lines he would never know, but it seemed to be their go-to method of punishment. By that thinking, every lesson and every bit of punishment was a punishment, too. 

“Can we at least attempt to have a decent year together?”

"Every year is a decent year. We're practically best friends these days, we hang out so much, don't you agree?" He picked up the quill and rather than writing what she put on the board he changed it to 'I must not call my professor hot stuff' and wrote it out twice, before spinning the paper around with a grin.