A Hogwarts Horror Story
Time seems to pass impossibly slow in detention. I don't have a watch, and there is no clock near by to say how long I had been sitting at this desk stamping and addressing a pile of stupid letters that Professor Clearwater gave me. The entire letter was basically dedicated to begging the letter recipient to give the school their extra astronomy equipment.
The reason we would need to beg for anything was beyond me. A school that spent a small fortune each year decorating for christmas should have no trouble replacing a couple dozen broken telescopes. Then again don't listen to me, I am nothing more than a trouble maker who gets detention for calling other students mousy whores. Alas, I seem to be the only one who is able to see the truth of things and point them out. But, as I had learned at a young age, people don't like it when you point out uncomfortable truths.
I believe Albus Dumbledore said something along those lines. And, other than pointing out harsh truths of the world, I enjoy reading about people who are smarter than me. I've learned quite a bit about Dumbledore, Merlin, Flamel and Salzar already since I spend most of my free time time in the library.
The luminescent circle that surrounded my desk was beginning to get dimmer. It was quite a clever trick that Clearwater pulled. Last time I had detention with him, about an hour before, I made sure that I slipped a bit of forgetfulness potion along with some sleeping draught in his pumpkin juice at dinner so he would miss it. Turns out that if you mixed those two potions together it causes powerful hallucinations. The detention ended up getting canceled. Even though old man Clearwater gave me five detentions in the place of that one I still consider it a win. Not only did I learn that mixing potions could have catastrophic effects, news traveled fast that I had come up with a new "mixture" and two weeks later I sold enough of it to buy a Nimbus 2008.
The first two detentions he gave me I managed to sneak out again by convincing a house elf to take my place. That day I was organizing scrolls for each galaxy, in order of the ones closest to earth. I came back just in the nick of time the first time around. The second time, I wasn't so lucky. He gave me another two detentions and took 100 points away from Ravenclaw. As bad as I should have felt letting my house down, I didn't.
But going back to that glowing circle. To insure that I don't slip out of detention again. Old-fart-goat-man Clearwater drew a circle around me that wouldn't let me pass through unless I had finished all the letters. Believe me, I tried everything to get around it. Nothing worked though. As ugly, contorted and stupid as he was, he was able to draw a restriction line pretty well. It was twice as annoying because I knew he was ripping off the same line that Dumbledore drew for entering the triwizard tournament. The stupid fool can't even think of think of an original detention.
The circle has almost disappeared as I finished my stamping the last sheet of paper. At the end of the lesson I climbed down the astronomy tower as quickly as possible. Since it was the highest tower in the school it took quite a while before I made it back to my dorm room. I fell into my bed, barely mustering the energy to take off my shoes. I took a look at the clock as my eyes shut and saw that it was four in the morning.