Detention Miss Fiorelli

[Cecily Rambolt]

Cecily drew her shirt sleeve back to check the time on her slim wristwatch. Miss Fiorelli had exactly four minutes to arrive or she would be taking on additional time from her Quidditch practice the following Saturday. Cecily tapped her foot and then took to pacing. Where was that girl?

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

Andromeda raced down the stairs as fast as she could, she wasn't sleeping well at night still and seemed to only doze off to sleep now when the early hours of the morning beckoned. Her alarm clock had gone off but one of her room mates must have turned it off to let her sleep in, not realising she had detention today. She was still straightening her tie as she nearly tumbled down the last few steps and all but skidded to where her headmistress stood.

"Goodmorning Miss" she had noticed her looking at her watch and hoped she had just made it, Andy really couldn't afford another detention.

 

[Cecily Rambolt]

"Good morning, Miss Fiorelli," Cecily returned with a slight upturn to the corners of her lips. It was cool that morning as it was very early and the sun had yet to rise. She wore her customary pair of flip flops, jeans, tank top and light jacket. She'd twisted her hair up to rest in two circular poofs on top of her head. This morning she looked more like one of her students older sisters than a headmistress to this school.

She held out her hand for Andromeda to grab the object as well. In it she held a slightly rusted old tin can. "We'll be traveling in style," she quipped.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

Andy took one look at her headmistress and groaned. Maybe she shouldn't have gone with her uniform after all but it was a bit late to change it now. It was unusual to see her old herbology professor dressed like this but Andy liked it, she had always had more respect for this woman than any of the other professors about the school. Not alone for the fact that she had saved Andy's life but she had also been her favourite professor for quite some time.

She looked at the rusty tin can and smiled at being told they would be travelling in style. She couldn't even begin to imagine where they were going to for her detention but hoped it wasn't somewhere completely horrid. Not sure what to expect Andy stepped forward and with hand outstretched to touch the object she shook her head.
"Beats a limosine any day" she grinned as her hand made the final touch of the can.

 

[Cecily Rambolt]

Together they whirled through air and space, the familiar yank behind Cecily's bellybutton causing shimmies of nausea to whirl around her stomach. She swallowed a groan as they landed in the tall grasses. They were facing the marshes, tall green grasses, murky waters and mossy trees of her grandfather's swamp. "Well we're here Miss Fiorelli."

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

Andy swayed for all of two seconds, she was so used to transporting this way she had done it ever since she was young enough to crawl. It was the sight that awaited her that left her confused. Why would her headmistress bring her to a swamp or at least a place that resembled one. She tried to think of all the possibilities of what detention in a swamp entailed but came up clean. She had quite literally come up against a brick wall concerning this particular detention but figured her headmistress just simply wouldn't be her if it had been an ordinary session.
"Where too now Miss? or should I be saying what now Miss?" she attempted to keep the mood as light as possible but the view all around her didn't give her much choice.