Detention Much? {open}

[Nyx Monroe]

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The clock on the wall seemed to tick forever, it's slow, rhythmic pattern ricocheting off into oblivion. Her long guitar-strumming fingers tapped relentlessly on the stiff table, her eyes darting from the clock to the piece of paper in front of her. To it's side lay her untouched quill. 'I will not throw spitballs during important transfigurations lessons' was written only once at the top of the piece of parchment. In Nyx's eyes, this was a waste of time. Just because the teacher was going to make her write the sentence a hundred times did not mean she was ever going to do it again. Really, how do you know you're going to do something, until you do it? She just didn't know.

But that was what was odd about the situation. Nyx Monroe? Sitting in detention for three hours? The other students in the classroom turned to look at her with utter surprise. Their gawking was making her uncomfortable, as if they're eyes were saying she didn't belong her. Well, it was in her nature to wow people sometimes. And all she did was give them the old eye right back, until they felt uncomfortable enough to turn back around and leave her alone. Sure, she understood their curiosity. Nyx was a quiet girl, who looked at the teacher while he or she spoke, and as soon as the assignment was given, did it. Today just... hadn't been a good day for her. Hence the spitballs and all.

And it was quite obvious she had taken it out on the teacher. Oh well, it honestly wasn't a big deal to her. Unlike how it was to everyone else watching her in the classroom. Nyxie narrowed her eyes and was determined to spit at anyone who dared to give her another dirty look. She was human too, you know, and just like any other normal human being, she got detention too.

[samritz]

Sam was in detention once again, of course it came of no surprise to who else was in detention this time. Him and his stupid temper, he still couldn't believe that he was even in here. After all, all he did was talk back to the teacher. It was certainly not like he had threatened her or even struck her. He had simply talked back nothing to major but then again everything here seemed to be taken a bit way to seriously. As he sat at his desk, parchment paper and quill in hand he sighed. He stared to think what it would of been like if, he could actually keep his mouth shut for once and maybe not cause so much trouble.

All this waiting had seemed to never end. It had seemed like a billion years ago since he once stepped into this imprisonment. He looked at his parchment paper, in his rather neat handwriting ,unlike most that attended detention he wasn't bothered by writing out whatever they were assigned a hundred times. He was just some what glad he had unfortunately had something to preoccupy his time. He twirled the quill between his fingers as he wrote his last sentence. Shoving the pieces of parchment aside and it wasn't long before he began to whistle a tune to himself.

He couldn't help but look around the room, wondering if anyone else was completely bored out of their skull like apparently he was. One look at Sam and you and most people would think he should of been or is in Ravenclaw. Though he's smart its mostly his temper that gets him in trouble. It's sort of hard to imagine him being a Slytherin, but the hat knew pretty sure what it was doing. He let his gaze fall down on his desk, afraid he was certain to fall asleep in this dull detention he continued to whistle his tune.

[Nyx Monroe]

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Nyx's fingers continued to rap on the tabletop, her mind wandering here and there. But it wasn't wandering far enough for her to be put out of this misery she called boredom. She was really, sincerely considering writing her sentences out. It seemed like such a waste of time and effort, though, almost like it wasn't even worth curing her bored mind. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and thought a moment. Her eyes darted around the room again, seeing nothing but silent, working people. All of them had finally stopped staring at her like she was a new student that had just walked into the school. On some level, she was relieved, but on another, even less interested in the room than she had been before.

'I think,' Nyxie thought to herself, a small smirk slowly curving its way around her lips, 'I'm done with this scene.' Even though she had about two hours left of her detention, she wasn't about to sit and bore herself to death. Or write a hundred sentences worth of lies. Nyx began to sit up in her seat, thinking about just walking out of the room. As she was about to stand up, she shifted her attention in a different direction, hearing whistling coming toward her right. She noticed where it was coming from: a boy who looked about as bored as she was. Nyx thought she met his gaze for a moment, but he turned and put his head back down on his desk.

Slowly, she relaxed back into her chair and stared at her paper for a moment. 'So there are people who don't feel like doing their papers either.' Nyx concluded, not seeing the boy working on whatever he had in front of him either. Then again, he looked like one of those smartsy people, the kind that hurry up and get their stuff done before anyone else, not that she was judging. Her glance shifted as she watched the professor get up and leave the room. 'Finally...' She grinned, immediately pushing out her chair, getting up, and throwing her paper away. Instead of going back to her seat, she made a pit-stop, right at the boy's table. "You look as bored as I feel." Nyxie said with a friendly smile. What? She liked meeting new people.

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[samritz]

He grinned at teacher that was in here for detention duty. He couldn't help but look at her as he laughed quietly. She had been looking at him with the expression on her face like, what are you doing? Or why are you not working on your detention work? After he grinned at her rather innocently she just shook her head and went back to reading a book that she had brought. He began to wonder what he was doing here? What was stopping him from getting up and just walking through the door that he had first entered.

He started whistling again and this time he reached down into his bag that he had brought. He wasn't what you expected especially considering the house he was placed in. You would think he was a Ravenclaw since it seems like he is always studying. In stead of reaching for a book and his assignment he reached for a sketch pad and a muggle pencil. He looked around the detention room full of bored students once more and his gaze caught the attention of a girl sitting not to far away from him. He put his head on his outstretched arm as he lazily began to doodle.

He continued his doodling as his drawing became more of a sketch of the lake when the sun was setting. Of course he didn't have any color utensils other wise it would of been fairly colorful. He heard the screeching of a chair as it came from the front of the room. Without bothering to look up he heard the teacher start walking out of the room. He sat up as he continued to draw and again hearing a chair move he didn't bother to look up to see who it was. It wasn't to long as he heard footsteps getting closer to his table and then stopping. He heard her mention something about being bored and he simply nodded before chuckling lightly."Hmm, I didn't think it was that obvious."He said as he stopped drawing and glanced up at the girl.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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An eyebrow arched just so above her right eye. "I'd imagine everyone to be bored in this place." She nodded to him. Really, who wasn't bored in detention? Honestly, it would be a completely different story if they just allowed you to work on extra homework. But noooo! Of course they had to hand you a whole stackfull of parchment and make you write dumb sentences over and over and over again. Nyx thought this was a place of learning, not of rewriting something until you 'learn your lesson.' Half of the time, the same people ended up back in detention anyway.

Her thoughts broke as she peered past him, her eyes wandering over the sheet of paper he had previously been doodling on. "Wow, nice picture. Wish I could draw that well." Nyxie commented, nodding her head in approval. The picture gleamed in places she didn't know could be enhanced to make it look real. It was a dazzling sun just beginning to go down across a lake. She tore her eyes away from the paper though, to turn back to the boy. Nyx knew that she actually needed to keep eye contact to start conversations.

"Nyx Monroe." Nyxie introduced herself, sticking out a hand for him to shake. "Offically in this prison for throwing spitballs." She half-smirked to herself, already thinking about how stupid it sounded. It was the stupid part that made it funny though. "You?" She asked, her pleasant smile remaning intact. Gosh, could it be any more obvious that she was in Hufflepuff? They were always the friendly ones, right? Nyxie couldn't exactly tell about this kid though. He sort of seemed like he belonged in Ravenclaw.

...All books, all down to serious business when it came to detention; the sketch pad was a slight twist though.

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[samritz]

He rolled his eyes softly and chuckled."Yeah, but if you haven't noticed this is more like a safe haven for others."Sam replied, knowing that most of the people in here were bullied. Of course in every situation could be boring if you intend on making it boring. That's way almost where ever Sam went, he carried his bag full of drawing supplies and maybe the occasional homework assignment he didn't finish during class. Sure they were not allowed to bring such items into the detention room, but that wasn't going to stop him from getting things done. Its like he was going to waste this time he had by sleeping or something like that.

He continued shading in the picture where the shadows would be since the sun was just about to go down. Just a bit of shading and he'd be done with the picture. He couldn't help but laugh at her comment. He never really thought he had any talent for the arts. He just enjoyed drawing or sketching random things that he would think of to sketch even if he wasn't necessary in that specific place or time."Oh, thanks its not that amazing. I'm sure with practice you could be better at this then most."He smiled at her as he signed the picture at the corner of the paper and handed her the page."Here you can have it if you like, maybe it'll inspire you to draw."He said jokingly.

He extended his hand towards her, shaking her hand gently. He noticed her smirk and chuckled lightly especially after telling him why or how she ended up in this place. Unlike her, Sam didn't do anything as spectacular as that. All he had done was simply prove a teacher wrong and he might of talked back with apparently some attitude. But that didn't matter to him."Pleasure to make your acquaintance Nyx Monroe."He nodded as he withdraw his hand from there shake. It wasn't before long as he began to wonder what house she was in. He didn't want to guess since some people would be offended if he guessed wrong."Samuel Ritz, but you can just call me Sam. And unlike you, its more or less embarrassing I didn't do something as great like you, but if you must know I'm in here for basically talking back to a Professor."He grinned not wanting to say that he proved the teacher wrong.He didn't want to come off as arrogant.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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An eyebrow raised slowly as she looked at him. "I suppose you could be right about that one." A nod followed her statement. Nyxie had the luxury of never being bullied, at least, not excessively like a lot of other students did. Most of them took torment from a specific person just about every day. Nyx was to... boisterous for treatment like that. In any type of situation, no matter the stakes, Nyx had always been a girl that held her own. And even though she didn't like to toot her own horn, she did it with some damn good flare, too.

Nyxie sat back and continued to watch him draw. He shaded in lines and gave depth to places in it that she didn't even know could be able to look three-dimensional. "Oh, trust me. I've had practice and I still suck." She shrugged her shoulders in a simple I-don't-care kind of way. "Its fine though. Some people just aren't born to be artists." It was the truth, all right. Laughing, Nyxie stuck out her hand and grabbed the picture, getting to look at it a little better now. "Thanks. I'll be sure to frame this for my wall of lost dreams." Nyx joked, a playful grin crawling across her lips. Hey, she might as well have a wall for that kind of stuff.

"Nice to meet you to, Sam." Nyx replied back with a small nod. He had a firm handshake, like one that told her he wasn't some kind of pushover kid that was in here being 'saved' from their bullies. She shook back with the same force, also letting him know that she wasn't just some pushover girl either. Of course Nyxie wasn't making snap judgements, but she didn't know what kind of guy Sam was yet. But she wanted him to know that she wasn't the type of girl you messed around with. "Wow, snazzy." She laughed a little bit, "At least you didn't get caught with some nasty, chewed up paper in your mouth."

[samritz]

He simply nods. Of course he wasn't one to be hiding from people, he was more up front about things. If he didn't like you, he won't sugar coat it or anything. It was his bluntness, that sort of turned people away. He figured if people couldn't handle the truth, then they just weren't going to waste his time. It sort of amazed him that the people that were close to him actually managed to stick around. He sighed slightly, not wanting to think of his biggest flaw. Not really bothering to look at her robes,"What house you in?"He asks curiously, knowing that she wasn't a slytherin like himself. He would of at least remember her pretty face around the common room or something.

He chuckled sightly after hearing how practices wasn't helping her much with her drawing and nods at her comment about people not being born with talent to become an artist. he didn't think his drawings were much good and at this point and time he wasn't sure what he wanted to due for a career. Probably something that everyone picks an Auror or working for the Ministry. His father wasn't one much for art, but drawing was merely a fun hobby of Sam's. He rolls his eyes softly when he heard her mention something about a wall of lost dreams. "Well your certainly the optimistic one aren't you."He teased her.

He was a bit surprised that her handshake was rather firm. Most girl's would probably have a weaker handshake, or maybe he was just jumping to conclusions. He grinned slightly before laughing."Hmm,guess your right, but it's still much better then being a know-it-all."

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