Unbearable Torture

Written for the Detention challenge by good author WizardWay. I know, Skittles may have not been around at the time, but it was a good idea when I wrote it. I don't own characters or Skittles.

Tonks would always remember that day. The day she had to spend more than an hour with Ludo Bagman…

Slam! The door behind Tonks closed with a huge noise that echoed throughout the trophy room. A startled boy whipped around wildly to see who it was.

"Oh, it's you," the guy said, "Filch said that you would be coming sometime soon.

"Ludo Bagman," Tonks said flatly, "Of course I get stuck with an idiot."

"Harsh words," Bagman said, "What're you in for?"

"None of your business," Tonks said in her sharp tone she reserved for when she was spittin' mad.

"Betcha 5 sickles Bulgaria will win tomorrow," Ludo said, taunting her.

"I don't bet on stupid sports games," Tonks said, "Let's just clean these stupid trophies and get the heck out of here."

"Ah, you'll soften up after a few hours," Bagman said, quiet confident that Tonks would shut up and be nicer to him.

Tonks took a rag and a bucket and started polishing the trophies without a word. Bagman tried several times to start a conversation with her, but she didn't say a word. So, as Bagman's usual nature, he kept ranting to himself. On and on, Tonks couldn't listen for this long. It was mind melting.

Finally she spoke up, "Then what are you doing here, Bagman? Of course, I'm not surprised."

"I misled some first years," Ludo started, "Actually kind of funny, when you look back on it."

"How'd you mislead them? I can't believe they would trust anything coming out of your mouth," Tonks regained her sharp tone and her hair turned reddish from its usual pink.

"Told them that the Forbidden Forest was forbidden because that's where the teachers keep all of the Skittles they confiscate off of students. Quite funny, it made my friends break out in laughter," Bagman explained.

"You sent a bunch of first years into the Forbidden Forest and made them look for Skittles?" Tonks asked, doubting it highly, "It sounds like you."

"Well, yeah. That's what happened to me on my first year."

"You went looking for a pack of Skittles?" Tonks questioned.

"No, it was Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans. I was addicted to them. My favorite flavor was pepper," Bagman replied. "So what were you doing, again? I don't think you said it."

Anger returned to Tonks. She had actually chuckled at Bagman's antics. Now she did reply, "I punched a kid in the nose. He called me a blood traitor."

"Eh, must have been your mom. Not your fault." Bagman said it as if it didn't matter. "I punched a kid in the nose too. He didn't pay me my five sickles."

"Why did he owe you five sickles?" Tonks asked.

"He said that Bulgaria would lose and then they won, and I rubbed it all over his face, and then he didn't pay five sickles," Bagman said.

"I wonder why," Tonks said sarcastically.

"I know, right? See, Bulgaria would win no matter what so it was a stupid bet on his part, especially because they have this person on the team and-"

Tonks tried to tune him out. She really did. But no matter what, the mindless Quidditch talk went on for hours and hours and hours, well, it felt like that anyways. Tonks enjoyed broomsticks, but not Quidditch. So this was as boring as a history documentary she saw on TV once. Mindless strings of information. Finally, she survived and didn't end up insane. The trophies were sparkly as diamonds. Beautiful. Tonks stood up, and started leaving.

"Wait," Bagman said as she opened the door. "Five sickles says Bulgaria will win tomorrow. Agree?"

SLAM!