Professor Lilac Crosby
October 09, 2010 11:11 AM
Detention [Marcus Williams, Nova Wynn] by Professor Lilac Crosby
Lilac loved her job. This job allowed her to influence the knowledge of the next generation of brilliant minds that would one day, when her generation was old and immobile, rule the world and make the decisions for all of the populations. These great thinkers --just children now-- would need to know Transfiguration, and it made Lilac feel good about doing a service to the world while doing something she loved. She felt like she was important, a feeling she had so rarely with her mother telling her she needed a husband to matter.It was an amazing job. Her first year of her first job, and all ready she had a promotion! She hadn’t been working there very long at all, but she was Head of House for Teppenpaw along with her Transfiguration gig. Sonora was a great place to work, and Lilac found the Headmistress to be very kind, not to mention the other staff. Lilac had quickly befriended Cleo, and she was looking forward to growing closer to the other staff members, too.
As busy as work made her, and as nice as the fellow staff members were, Lilac still found time to be lonely. She missed her family every now and then, and as much as she hated to admit that her mother was right, the twenty-six year old needed to start looking to settle down. In Pureblood society, she really should’ve had kids before now. All three of her siblings became parents at twenty.
Of course, there were rules to her relationships. For one, she needed to be in one. That was a given. Her mother had very clearly told her the man she married had to be decently wealthy, attractive, and pureblooded. He needed to want a family, too. Mom will just never have enough grandchildren… Lilac thought.
By this time, her mother had began
But this was not the time to worry about it. Saturday breakfast had just wrapped up, and she was in her classroom waiting for her detainee first years. Marcus and Nova had been very disorderly in class. Nova had looked so innocent, but she called the Pecari boy a Mudblood, a name Lilac hated hearing used, and also split his pant leg. Marcus, obviously the victim, had spoken down to her, and the professor was not okay with receiving little to no respect from students. So they both wound up with detentions. Lilac wouldn’t have detained Marcus if he hadn’t been rude, but he had. Lilac had the perfect detention planned.
Once the two had arrived, Lilac shut the door and locked it, which had no other purpose besides hopefully causing the two to panic inwardly. “Welcome to detention, Miss Wynn, Mr. Williams,” she addressed the two. “Ready to take responsibility for your actions? That’s a big part of growing up, you know.”
“Did you two bring the rubber gloves that I mentioned?” Lilac asked. “If so, I suggest putting them on. If not, there’s a pile of gloves of assorted sizes on my desk.” She gestured to the stack and smiled mischievously, a glitter of satisfaction from knowing something they didn’t in her eyes. Her gloves, of course, were in bad shape. She had sat down with purpose and poked multiple holes in the plastic, ripping them to make them larger.
Once the two were both gloved, Lilac continued. “In the back of the room are animal cages. You see, my older class was dealing with transfiguring animals to water goblets, so I had squirrels, rabbits, a few birds, chipmunks, and other such typical animals inside the cages.” She didn’t mention the toucan Alessa had one because she had given the lucky girl the cage the colorful prize bird had been in.
“Today, my dears,” Lilac grinned, “You two get to scrub out the cages. Animals make messes of my cages, and I may need those later on, depending on what I plan. Miss Wynn, begin on cages sitting on the left side corner of the room. Mr. Williams, the right. Oh,” she added. “And we’re cleaning by hand. There’s a bucket of soapy water on a desk in the back with two sponges in it.” Taking a seat in her comfortably chair, Lilac kicked her feet up on her desk. “Okay, kids. You’ll be coming back every day until I deem the cages squeaky clean, so you might want to start now.”
0
Professor Lilac Crosby
Detention [Marcus Williams, Nova Wynn]
0
Professor Lilac Crosby
1
5
Marcus Williams
October 09, 2010 9:17 PM
Getting this over with. by Marcus Williams
The longer Marcus stayed at this school, the more he was beginning to hate it. It didn’t matter where he was, everything was the same. Rich white girls ruled everything and poor black boys got the finger pointed at them. Even though he was the victim of the girl’s cruelty and wickedness, Marcus ended up with detention too. That was even worse than his last school. At least there, if it was clear that someone had been bullied or victimized, the teachers helped them and gave detentions to the bullies. Here, apparently they just didn’t care who did what.Marcus had written to his mother the night of the transfiguration lesson. He wasn’t sure how quickly owl mail traveled, but it had only been a few days to obtain his mother’s reply. And she was not happy. Not that Marcus blamed her. He had written about all of the good and cool things that he was learning while at Sonora, but he had also told her about all the bad and wrong. His mother had expected Sonora to be the best boarding school for magic there could be. She had high hopes for it. She expected great things. And his letter suggested that Sonora wasn’t as grand as she had hoped it would be. That he was still being segregated against because of the color of his skin and for the amount of money she was able to pull in. They both had thought magic would be the way out. Sadly, it was letting them down and quickly.
Marcus said nothing when he entered the classroom. He just wanted to get this over with. He had brought the gloves that his mother had spent a lot of money on and threw them on when the professor asked about them. He looked at the cages when she indicated them and said nothing. He’d cleaned stuff like this out before, it was nothing new. Although, he did look at her a little confused when she said they would be cleaning by hand. How else were they supposed to clean them? Still, he said nothing.
He would probably have to end up cleaning the ones that the girl did though. He doubted that girl had ever had a spec of dirt on her in her whole life, which meant she would only make half the effort of cleaning them and Marcus was not going to spend any more time with the two of them than he had to. Grabbing a sponge, Marcus went to work on the first cage to the right as told. The sooner they got this done, the better.
He hated this school. He really did hate it.
6
Marcus Williams
Getting this over with.
180
Marcus Williams
0
5