Hi. So how long has it been since I last updated this story? What… 4 months? Whoops. Okay so there are a couple POV changes in this chapter, so bear with me.

Detention, Detention, Detention

LEO

I was bored. Of that I was certain. So bored, in fact, I'd taken to shooting a mix of fireballs and curses at a smiley face I'd painted on the wall in my dorm room. Why, you ask? I was bored. I looked through one of the spell books that Hecate had kindly translated for us, trawling through page after page in search of something interesting. I shot another curse, and the wall exploded. Oops.

Annabeth came charging in with her fingers in her ears. "What the Hades are you doing!?"

"Bored," I muttered.

"What?"

"Bored!" I exclaimed, shooting another curse into the rubble.

One look into her eyes made me regret everything. They were almost glowing with rage.

"Fix the wall Leo."

"Yes ma'am," I squeaked, casting a quick Reparo at the destroyed wall.

Annabeth crossed her arms. "What in the world possessed you to do this Leo?"

"I was bored, and I have my detention with the toad soon, and I'd rather not accidentally fry her, as satisfying as that would be," I grumbled.

"I see your point, but why'd you take it out on the wall?" She asked, uncrossing her arms.

"The wall had it coming."

Annabeth face-palmed.

I grinned weakly. "What?"

"You'd better get ready for your detention."

"Don't remind me," I groaned.

"Leo…" Annabeth warned.

"Yes ma'am!" I saluted her, before scampering out of the room.

It was at ten to five when I finally left the Ravenclaw common-rooms. Five minutes had passed of me just wandering around the castle when I realised that I had no idea where Umbridge's office was. Thankfully, a ghost took pity on me, and gave me a few directions, then I finally found myself outside Professor Umbridge's office.

The office itself was… very pink. Each and every surface was draped with lacy covers and cloths, one wall was covered in ornamental plates, each adorned with colour images of kittens, with a different bow around their fluffy little necks. Resting on their own doilies was multiple vases full of dried flowers. It was so hideous I stood stock-still in the doorway for a few moments, paralyzed.

"Ah, welcome Mr McShizzle, or should I say, Mr Valdez?"

I blinked a few times, and spotted Professor Umbridge standing in front of a tablecloth-covered desk, which the flowery robes she was wearing blended into too well. Harry, who apparently had gotten here on time, stifled a laugh as I made a big show of looking around, jumping back when I finally 'saw' her.

"Ah. Toad," I greeted, "I didn't see you there. It seems that you've camouflaged with your office. Might I suggest another colour? I've always been partial to red myself."

"Mr Valdez." Her voice was strained. "Why don't you take a seat next to Mr Potter here?"

"Don't mind if I do."

I plopped into the seat next to Harry, at a desk to the side of the room. The emerald-eyed wizard grinned at me, but it seemed tense.

"Now," Professor Umbridge started sweetly, "You two will be writing lines for me. No, not with your quill," she added as Harry and I both reached to grab said writing utensil. "You will be using rather special ones of mine. Here you are."

She handed us each a long, thin, black quill with an extremely sharp-looking point.

"Mr Potter, I would like you to write 'I must not tell lies', and Mr Valdez, I would like you to write 'I must not disrespect authority'." Professor Umbridge said softly.

"How many times?" Harry asked, in a decent imitation of politeness. I had to stifle a laugh at his tone of voice.

"Oh, as long as it takes to sink in." She smiled sweetly. "Off you go."

Professor Umbridge waddled over to her desk, and bent over a pile of parchment. Harry seemed to realise what was missing at the same time as I did.

"You haven't given us any ink."

"You won't need ink," Umbridge said, a tiny trace of a laugh in her voice. I could imagine her shouting WHERE YOU'RE GOING and giggling maniacally. Or that might just be what I would've done. Minus the giggling. I would laugh maniacally, manly laughing obviously. I was brought out of my imagination by Harry gasping in what sounded like pain.

I looked over. Words had appeared on Harry's parchment in what seemed to be shining crimson ink, but the same words had seemingly carved themselves into the back of the wizard's hand. Then the hand healed over, leaving slightly red skin in its place. Professor Umbridge's mouth was stretched in a wide, toad-like smile as she met Harry's eyes.

"Yes?"

"Nothing," Harry said quietly, looking back down at his parchment.

"Okay, hold up," I interrupted, holding up a hand. "You're making us carve the words into our skin!? Is this even legal?"

"The Ministry allows me to punish misbehaving students however I see fit, Mr McShizzle," Professor Umbridge answered sweetly, a sickly smile on her lips.

I humphed and an idea popped into my head. Putting the quill to the paper, I began to write in Ancient Greek. All da ladies luv Leo… All da ladies luv Leo… I barely registered the sting that the quill caused, on a demigod pain level from 1 to 10, it registered at about a 2. All da ladies luv Leo… All da ladies luv Leo... All da ladies luv Leo…

HARRY

"That'll have to do." I slammed my dream diary for Divination shut. "I've said I was buying a new pair of shoes, she can't make anything weird out of that, can she?"

Of course that wasn't what I actually dreamed of. My mind flashed back to the dreams I'd had over the last few nights, of a the same boy facing off against a huge man with a bull's head emptyhanded after it had made a woman disappear in a flash of golden light. Of the boy fighting alongside a blonde girl and a tall boy with curly brown hair against a woman with snakes for hair. Of the boy falling away from a scaly green woman and a monstrous creature with the head of a lion, the body of a giant goat and a serpent for a tail. (I'd woken up in a cold sweat from that one). Of him facing off against a muscular man with a thuggish biker getup and a black crew-cut.

The second detention was just as bad, if not worse than the first one. For one thing, Leo wasn't there. When I asked about him, Professor Umbridge just frowned and said that he was serving his detention with a different professor and refused to elaborate.

That night I dreamed of the boy again, multiple different scenes of him on a boat with a variety of different people. Of him fighting against a massive one-eyed man on a pristine beach.

Friday started as gloomy as the rest of the week. I automatically glanced towards the staff table as I entered the great hall, but Hagrid still wasn't there. The enchanted ceiling seemed to amplify the downpour outside, and not for the first time I wished that the ceiling was just normal. I glanced over to the other house tables. Annabeth was sitting at the Hufflepuff table next to Percy, and the two were chatting with Hazel, Frank (who had moved over to sit with them), Will and Nico (who had also moved). Jason had moved over next to Piper at the Slytherin table, and the other Slytherins were giving the two a wide berth. Leo looked to be plotting something with the Stoll brothers, who had the same expressions on their faces as Fred and George after pulling off an extremely successful prank. The trio discreetly pulled out their wands and performed a series of complicated manoeuvres, somehow without anyone noticing. Hermione's eyes narrowed. Apparently I wasn't the only one to notice. Leo stood up with a Stoll on either side, clearing his throat loudly.

"Ma chere mademoiselle," Leo announced, "It is with greatest pride-"

Connor elbowed him in the gut. "It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight."

"It's the morning," Travis hissed, and his brother looked affronted.

"And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair," Leo started speaking again, "As the dining room proudly presents your dinner!"

Travis was the one to elbow him this time. "It is the morning."

"Presents your breakfast then," Leo grumbled.

The brothers clapped their hands, and Leo bowed extravagantly. Music began to play from… somewhere, and the food all suddenly disappeared to loud exclamations and protests. The cutlery and plates began to move, and a voice started to sing. Laughter rippled through the hall, and the pure-bloods and wizard-raised half-bloods looked around in confusion. Many muggleborns faces lit up, and I grinned. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

'Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test."

In case you had no childhood, the song is Be Our Guest from Beauty and the Beast.

Bye guys,

-Badger