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- 5/2013 (49)
Angel pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a slow breath to calm himself before turning to address the students gathered together for today's detention. The fact that he'd had enough trouble this semester to need to start putting together group detentions did not bode well for Angel's tenure as Head of House. How was he supposed to be the cool, relaxed professor when his students apparently seemed dead set on causing problems the second his back was turned. With any luck, this experience would be unpleasant enough to discourage a repeat performance.
"Right, you lot. None of us want to be here and you all know what you did, thank you for gracing me with your presence," Angel said dryly, facing the gathered students and checking they were all accounted for before motioning to the stack of dragon dung fertilizer he'd set by a nearby flower patch. It was warm enough that the smell of it was already starting to permeate the gardens and Angel was grateful he didn't have to deal with it more than he already had. "I thought perhaps we all needed a little time to cool of and think about our actions this semester, and nothing gives you time to think like a little manual labor," Angel explained, conjuring a set of gloves with a flick of his wand and passing to each student. "So, for the next hour, you'll be sprucing up the gardens here. Might as well hop to it; lots of plants to fertilize and I've got some more bags by the greenhouses if we run out," he said, content to hang back and let the kids get to it.
"Right, you lot. None of us want to be here and you all know what you did, thank you for gracing me with your presence," Angel said dryly, facing the gathered students and checking they were all accounted for before motioning to the stack of dragon dung fertilizer he'd set by a nearby flower patch. It was warm enough that the smell of it was already starting to permeate the gardens and Angel was grateful he didn't have to deal with it more than he already had. "I thought perhaps we all needed a little time to cool of and think about our actions this semester, and nothing gives you time to think like a little manual labor," Angel explained, conjuring a set of gloves with a flick of his wand and passing to each student. "So, for the next hour, you'll be sprucing up the gardens here. Might as well hop to it; lots of plants to fertilize and I've got some more bags by the greenhouses if we run out," he said, content to hang back and let the kids get to it.