DETENTION

[Lola Rowann]

As the portkey transported the students from the lawn they found themselves in the middle of the Forbidden forest. Further than they had ever been before...

Spoiler: Scroll List

 

[Chace Harker]

"Bloody hell." Chace pressed a hand against his stomach, almost as if to hold his guts in. He hated traveling by Portkey. The Slytherin gagged and retched for a few moments before regaining his composure. He stared at his surroundings before sneering at Sumner. He'd never been in Hogwarts New Zealand's forest before, let alone this far in. And though he would never admit it to Sumner, this place gave him the heebie jeebies. He hadn't been sorted into Slytherin for his bravery.

"What the f*ck is a nargle?"

 

[Sumner Drage]

"-ucker!" Sumner's agility kept him from falling but his stomach started to roil as Chace made the most disgusting noises. "Stop that, you bloody wanker!" He pressed a hand to his own stomach then remembered there wasn't much in there to come up anyways. He glanced around them then read over the scroll, craning his neck to see. Great, just effing great. He glanced at Chace's ugly mug before noticing him looking a mite skittish. His lips quirked.

Scratching at his ear for a sec, he looked up at the trees. "Your mom."

 

[Chace Harker]

Chace didn't spare Sumner the bird. He rolled his eyes at the Ravenclaw, automatically turning to move away. The Slytherin was given a rude reminder of the bracelet that bound him to the boy he hated. He jerked and tugged at the thing, swore at it, but it didn't budge. Professor Lloyd hadn't been joking. With a heaving sigh, Chace scanned the list again before regarding Sumner coolly. The temptation to smack his nemesis with his own hand was tempting.

"So I'm half nargle then? Cool." Chace kicked at a piece of soggy wood. He grimaced as it turned over and revealed a whole nest of slimy, disgusting bugs. "Does that make you half an old wh0r3?" He hadn't missed Kat's slight about Sumner's mother.

 

[Sumner Drage]

Sumner grimaced and bit back a few swears of his own. Every movement Chace made against the damned bracelet pulled at his shoulder. He'd cut off his own arm before letting him know it though. His face darkened. "Hey!" He used his arm's momentum to make Chace slap himself with his own hand, unknowing the Slytherin had just had the same thought. "She's not old." His lips quirked and he turned his face to hide it.

"Unless you want to risk getting bit by a werewolf, I suggest we keep moving. Willow trees are near water, let's head this way." He started walking, hoping like hell Chace would come peacefully. His shoulder was a dull throb by now. He fell silent for a moment, giving the other boy the chance to think he wouldn't speak again before he did. "I heard your mum's like a library," he snorted, "open to the public."

 

[Chace Harker]

Chace all but growled at Sumner when his own hand struck his face. The Ravenclaw would pay for that later. Deciding this time to not retaliate violently, the Slytherin smirked instead. "That's not what I found out last night, Reine.

The shorter of the two rolled his eyes. "There aren't any werewolves in this forest..." he muttered. Chace said this more to reassure himself than anything. He was glad that Sumner knew something about the items they had to gather. The Slytherin hated plants and anything to do with them; his Herbology grade more than reflected that. He followed the other easily- he wanted to get out of this wretched place just as quickly. He couldn't help snickering at Sumner's comment. "Is that so? I heard your mum's like a broomstick."

 

[Sumner Drage]

Sumner rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, cause everybody gets a turn." His unbound hand came up to push a branch out of the way and let it whack back, disappointed it didn't connect with Chace. "I heard your mum's so fat, she sat on a rainbow and skittles popped out."

 

[Chace Harker]

Chace was lucky to evade the branch that Sumner had bent. With the speed it flung backward, it would surely have been a painful blow. He raised an eyebrow at the boy, completely confused. "What by Merlin's saggy left sickle is a Skittle?" he wondered. He smirked a bit, anticipating the answer, which most likely consisted of the words 'Your' and 'Mom.'

 

[Sumner Drage]

Sumner burst out laughing. Damn him, he couldn't help it. "It's a candy, you dolt. Something your mum can't get enough of apparently." Smirking, he narrowed his eyes and saw they'd finally reached at least one thing on their list. "Considering she's so fat, she jumped up in the air and got stuck." He thought of the list then grimaced. "They didn't give us a bag, did they?"

 

[Chace Harker]

Shaking his head, Chace decided not to inquire further. If Skittles were a candy, they must be a foreign or muggle brand. He rolled his eyes. The only 'Your Mum' jokes he could call to memory were less than appropriate, and he had pretty much used them up. Too bad he didn't get to be around his brothers much anymore. They would've had better comebacks.

The Slytherin's expression turned sour. "Seems not, Arsehole. What do they expect us to do, stuff those leaves in our clothes? They look scratchy."

 

[Sumner Drage]

Sumner snorted. Lamearse couldn't even come back with anything. He had a lot stored in and being a sarcastic ass hole was what he was best at. He rubbed his chin, studying the tree as if for answers for their problem. Then his eyes cut to Chace's robes. Huh. Grabbing a bunch of leaves with his free hand, he stuffed them down Chace's shirt. "Problem solved numbnuts."

 

[Chace Harker]

"Hey!" Chace fought against Sumner, though when it came to strength, the Slytherin had the short end of the stick. Glaring at the Ravenclaw, the other boy retaliated by grabbing a handful of leaves and stuffing them down Sumner's shirt. "You can be itchy and scratchy too, buttwad."