A/N: More stuff... yeah...
Also, I'm really sorry my chapters are so short. :( I'm trying...
By the way, I am in the process of writing another chapter for Sweet Pain, so it should be done soon. :)
Disclaimer: Don't own Avengers (boo-hoo D:) or the world of Harry Potter. Kudos to Marvel and J.K. Rowling.
R&R!
Tony sauntered down the stairs to the entrance hall, a butterbeer he'd spiked with some firewhiskey in one hand, flipping a Galleon in the other. He'd left the common room with Rhodey's best wishes and the request that Tony would give him his broomstick in his will- since Rhodey was sure Tony would be murdered at the hand of Professor Coulson.
When he arrived, he thought Rhodey just might be right- everyone else was there, and Coulson was tapping his foot menacingly.
"You're late, Mr. Stark."
"Fashionably," Tony corrected, taking a swig of his... butterwhiskey? Firebeer? Whatever.
Coulson didn't look impressed. "As you all know," he began, "you are all in detention for... various occurrences."
Rogers looked positively mortified, while Barton just gave a cocky smirk. It was then that Tony realized who the fifth person he hadn't noticed at breakfast was.
"Wait, Banner?" Tony said incredulously, laughing. "Robert Banner? Oh, this is just too good."
Banner just raised an eyebrow in confusion. A quiet Ravenclaw, he had a brain to rival Tony's, but never, ever got in trouble.
"You're even less likely than Rogers." Tony said, regaining composure.
Rogers flushed, his face aflame with embarrassment.
"Careful, there," Tony pointed, "You get any redder and you'll spontaneously combust."
Coulson interrupted testily. "Yes, yes, we all know each other. Now," he gave Tony a deadly stare. "You are here for detention. So shut up and listen."
Tony gulped down the rest of his drink and continued to flip his Galleon lazily.
Coulson continued. "The centaurs have reported a large sighting of maimed or killed creatures, etc. etc. Your job-" he pointed at them. "-Is to try and figure out what has caused these disturbances."
Banner's and Roger's eyes widened, while Romanoff just snorted disdainfully. Odinson leapt up excitedly.
"It shall be a great adventure, my friends!" He bellowed.
Tony rolled his eyes while Barton hissed, "It's detention."
Coulson led them out of the entrance hall to the edge of the Forest.
"You'll take this path," he gestured, "And I'll be watching, just in case anything goes wrong. So don't mess around."
"I really think he was a secret agent ninja in his past life," Tony commented solemnly.
"If anyone's a ninja here, it's Romanoff," Barton smirked.
Romanoff narrowed her eyes at him.
"Ok, ok! Don't kill me." Barton backs away, hands up.
Rogers scowled. "We have to get going."
"You're in detention too, in case you forgot. You're just as bad as the rest of us," Tony said, jabbing him in the chest.
Barton rolled his eyes. "No one's as bad as you, Stark."
Tony smiled innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Romanoff pushed between them. "Shut up and go," she said, shoving them further down the path.
If it had been anyone else, Tony wouldn't have listened, but Romanoff could probably kick him into next week, so he and Barton obeyed.
The rest of the group followed, and multiple mutterings of "Lumos," could be heard.
"What's that, Stark?" Barton asked, pointing to the faintly glowing circle showing through Tony's robes.
Tony glanced down and pulled his cloak to cover it. "It's nothing," he muttered.
He heard Odinson talking to Rogers behind them.
"Friend Rogers, why are you present with us in detention?"
Tony noticed Barton perk up beside him as Rogers stammered. "I- well... uh,"
"He was snogging Carter in the Charms classroom," Tony chimed in smugly. "I heard her and Potts talking about it."
Barton cackled as Rogers spluttered in embarrassment. "No! I, uh-"
Romanoff rolled her eyes. "Suck it, Rogers, everyone knows it's true."
"Well, what did you all do?" Rogers asked angrily.
"I enchanted a ball of dragon dung to hover over Hammer's head and fall down every time he said something," Barton said happily.
Tony smirked. "Nice one, Barton."
Barton grinned in return before calling back to Banner. "What'd you do, Banner? Must've been impressive to land yourself in detention."
"I... uh..." Banner started nervously.
"Spit it out," Tony said, looking down the path illuminated by his wand.
"I threw a jar of squid eyeballs at Blonsky," Banner said gloomily. "Cost me fifty points."
Tony and Barton howled with laughter while Banner ducked his head, a blush blooming on his cheeks.
"Oh, that's good..." Barton gasped, wiping his eyes.
Even Romanoff had a satisfied look on her face. "I remember that," she said, "The look on his face was priceless."
"I'll bet," Tony grinned.
Rogers scowled. "I'm surprised you're not gloating about what you did, Stark."
Tony wagged his finger at him. "Ah-ah-ah, I don't- oh."
Rogers raised an eyebrow in confusion. "'Oh'?"
Tony stared down at the path, where some kind of animal had been mutilated beyond recognition. Bloody pulp was smeared over the grass while shards of bone glinted white in the moonlight.
Rogers and Banner looked sickened while Barton went white. Even Odinson was quiet for once.
Romanoff crouched next to the remains and levitated something off the ground with her wand. "I think we found who it is," she said.
It was a tuft of grey fur.
Werewolves.