Lancelot was seen moving as quickly as he could through the castle, hopping on one leg trying to tie his shoes, pull on his vest and eat the piece of toast he picked up from the kitchens on his way here. The boy was a wreck, that was for sure. He had just woke up, it was a Saturday after all, but he had promised his dad he'd help the Potions professor clean the cauldrons. He wasn't sure why he agreed to such a thing, but the professor said it would be fine if he showed up in his regular clothes, rather than in Uniform, and he could benefit from being on the Potion's professor's good side considering he was awful in the subject.

As it turned out he was there to watch over a detention, the potions teacher having accidentally double booked a meeting with his father and a detention with some student or another. That was fine with him, of course. It meant he had to watch some poor student scrub out cauldrons rather than doing it himself. He sat easily in the Professor's chair waiting for whoever the poor kid. He felt for whoever it was. He has had more of these detentions than he can count. For blowing up potions, or just getting caught losing his temper by the potion's teacher. He really needed to work on his anger problems.

He sighed, now nibbling at the piece of toast. He wished he would have brought his guitar or something. He could practice while whoever it was, was cleaning. He was sure that they wouldn't mind. He always preferred cleaning to music.

"Duhdoy Lancelot." He said, pulling out his wand easily. "Accio Jamie" Yes, he did name his guitar, and yes, calling it by name did send the guitar flying his way. He grinned, strumming easily, carefully tuning the instrument. For some reason whenever he summoned the thing it immediate became off-key.

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Vie muttered under her breath. Her nose wrinkled, she was not happy. And that wasn't even close to how she felt right then. She was beyond pissed even.
How could the potions professor give her, a Slytherin, detention? That wasn't right.

Vie sighed as she slowly made her way down the hallway. This was not how she had planned to spend her Saturday, until that stupid class.

She kicked at the floor, with her hands in her front pockets.
She stopped in the class room doorway and looked around for the professor. But she didn't see one, all she saw was Longbottom.

Well there seemed to be a little bit of light in the other wise darkness of the day. At least she wasn't going to be bored. If she had to suffer, then so did other people.

"Where is the professor?" She asked, leaning against the door frame and looking at Lancelot.

Rose Weasley and potions simply did not agree. The girl tried her hardest, she loved the subject. She'd tried sucking up, she'd tried following the directions. But nothing. ever. worked. She was good in ever single subject. Aside from potions. Which was ironically, her favourite subject. The only way she got anything done was by getting help from her friends. The ones that knew more about the subject than her. She had even tried talking to her mom to get help. But she had to accept the fact that she was simply a lost cause.

She'd accidentally blown up another one of her potions, seemingly and easy thing to do for her. She didn't do it on purpose, she didn't do it for fun. It just happened. Something about the way she put the ingredients in. So the professor had told her that she should "perhaps have a detention to learn to pay attention a bit better." So Rose's early morning wasn't by choice, it was by force. She just hoped that her parents wouldn't hear about it. She had been trying her hardest to keep them out of the loop when she got detentions, or she tried to talk her way out of them. Sadly, not everything went according to plan. Hilarious really, the daughter of a Weasley/Granger in detention. She was almost certain her parents never got detention, they were always spoken so highly of.

She hurried down the hallway to the potions classroom. She couldn't be late. If she was, she would just end up in even more trouble. And really, that wasn't on her list of things to do. There was another red-headed girl there, a slytherin too. Rose recognized her, but couldn't place the name. Brushing past the girl, she entered the classroom. "Hey Lance," Rose said with a hurried wave. "You in charge of detention?" she asked, raising a brow. The boy was a year younger than her, but he was an Order of the Dragon member. That was really the first time she had been properly introduced to him. Other than that, they were fairly friendly. Well…at least it wasn't the potions professor. "Please, Please, PLEASE tell me he hasn't put us all up to something evil today," she fixed Lancelot with puppy eyes and an exaggerated pout.

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Lance looked up from his guitar as the first red-head entered the room. It was taking him some getting used to, to remember that the Weasleys were not the only one's here with red hair. The girl was a Slytherin, that he knew. Also a few years below him. Other than that he could not say he knew the girl too well.

Lance shrugged at her question. "I've been told he has a staff meeting with my father." he knew that really translated into the two of them were likely getting lunch or drinks under the guise of actually working. The little redhead did not need to know that, however.

When the next red-head entered the room he could not help but snicker. "Rose got detention? Blackmail: Hufflepuffs: 1 Slytherins 0. My demands will be dished out at a later date. but yes, as a favor to my dad I am watching over this detention" He said with a wide grin. He was so glad he was sitting in on the detention and not actually participating. Usually it would be him, and some idiot watching over him like a hawk.

"Nothing too brutal. The standard cauldron clean out. Some of them look particularly charred or oozy though." Lance said, giving a weary eye to the stack of standard cauldrons. "The good news is, detention is done as soon as you scrub out your half." Lancelot said, flicking his wand to separate the two stacks evenly. "The bad news is, no magic." He added, frowning.

"More good news, I brought Jamie and I'm taking requests as soon as he's tuned up." He said with a grin, holding up his guitar.

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All she saw go by herself was some red hair. She wasn’t even sure who it was at first. After all, there were several red heads running around the school. But the question was answered quickly. Rose Weasley. She looked up to the older Slytherin, not that she would admit to that.

Her attention was brought back to the male. It seemed his name was Lance. Not that she have cared to know that, but at least she could call him something else besides “boy”. But he was in charge of the detention? Really? She didn’t understand that logic, or lack there of. The only thing the fourth year could figure was that the potions professor was slowly slipping.

*Had a meeting . . . my arse.* She thought, as she raised a single red eyebrow at him.

There was an off chance that she might just be looking a bit too far into something, simple because she was pissed. But that thought didn’t cross her mind. It never did, nor will.

She was just about to state that she just wanted to get to the work already and get out of there. Lucky, she didn’t have to. Lance started explaining what their detention would involve. At least it wasn’t something like lines. Vie couldn’t stand lines. She would rather do any other detention, before she had to sit down and write lines. So, in a warped way, she was glad it was simple cleaning of cauldrons.

*Of course no magic.* She thought, with a roll of her blue/gray eyes. A small smirk crossed her face, and stayed on her lips at that point.

She looked away from the two stacks of cauldrons, and back to Longbottom once more. It seemed he liked to talk. And it would not have bothered Vie so much if a, she wasn’t in detention, b, he was in Slytherin, and c, she cared about what he was saying. (Which she didn’t.)

He mentioning a guitar, that he had named, earned another roll of her eyes. Already she could tell this was going to be the longest detention she ever served. It was better without useless noise. Though she did doubt that the “older” two students would listen to her.

"Staff meeting?" Lance's words were met with a dubious smirk, as a little giggle escaped Rose's lips. Meeting was probably a code for something else. But she wasn't going to mention anything. The elder student was smarter than that. The younger, smaller red head, Vivian, if Rose remembered correctly, was oddly silent. Though Rose would assume the girl wasn't too happy about having to serve detention. Most of the younger slytherin students had some sense of entitlement. A view that because they were Slytherin, they were so much cooler. Rose had learned to embrace her detentions when she got them. She wasn't as concerned about them as she has used to be.

"Hmmm. Well. I suppose this means I'll have to find something to threaten you with, so we're back to even," Rose said with a smirk. "Besides, isn't it expected for us big bad slytherins to get detention?" she laughed a little, before sobering up. "But in all truthfulness, I couldn't talk my way out of this one"

Cleaning cauldrons. Well, she'd had much, much worse. Floor scrubbing and stuff, and serving any detentions in the greenhouse. Those generally ended up with cuts and scrapes and other injuries. So cauldron cleaning wasn't the end of the world. Granted that without magic, it really really sucked, but it was better than like…say, being flogged. "Well. It's not terrible. Not fantastic, but not terrible," she said with a nod, walking to sit in front of her pile.

"Well. That'll certainly make time go by faster. I'll make sure to request those really unknown muggle songs," she said with a teasing grin.

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"I expect they are getting lunch or drinks or something. Likely back at the Leaky Cauldron with mum. In any case I'm here and the potions professor isn't." Lancelot said at the dubious looks the girls were giving him. He plucked a few strings on his guitar and grimaced at the sound. It really wasn't too far out of tune, but Lancelot was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to his music. He tightened the string a bit, and plucked it again, smirking when he got the correct sound from his instrument, and moved on to the next string.

Lance waved the older redhead off. "You know Hermione would blow a gasket if she knew you got a detention, Slytherin or not." He said with a smirk. He at one point called her Mrs. Weasley, but that soon became all-together confusing between all of her aunts. The only one that was simple was Mrs. Potter, whom he usually called Ginevra instead anyways.

Lancelot rolled his eyes at the girl. "I would appreciate it if you kept your requests in the realm of possible. Meaning I have to at least know the song you are requesting." he said. He tsked and winced as he got a strangled sound from his guitar. "I really need to stop using accio on this thing. Always screws up my tuning to all hell." He complained. He really was not sure why it messed it up, but it did. He really should start remembering things better, but he took after his father in that respect. Couldn't remember things very well at all.

"What about you little red? I'm sorry I don't know your name.....Got any requests?" He asked. He felt bad for not knowing a little bit. Though she was obviously younger than them by quite a bit, a Slytheirn and not even a Dragon member. How he was supposed to know it was beyond him, but he still didn't like not knowing people's names.

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What he had finally said about the two professors seemed closer to the truth in Vie’s mind. It wasn’t like she really knew what went on (with the Professors, when students weren’t around), but she could make a fairly good guess at it if she got the chance. She wasn’t stupid. Young, yes. But just because she was young didn’t mean she was stupid.

When he picked a string on his guitar, Vie wrinkled her forehead and nose. Just as quickly as that look crossed her face, it was gone. Her face looking normal once more. She had nothing against guitars. Tony had one, and played it from time to time. Of course, he never brought his to school. But then again he didn’t want anyone else knowing that little secret of his. She smirked as she thought of that. Being off in her own little world, almost caused the younger Slytherin to miss out on what was being said. Lucky, she didn’t though.

She could help but raise an eyebrow at how laid back Rose was around Lancelot. She was slightly amused and slightly surprised. Though not as surprised anymore. She still looked up to the older red head, don’t get her wrong there. Just not many things Rose would do these days would catch Vie off guard. That would take a lot more skill in this day and time.

While Rose and Lancelot had been talking, she walked over to her stack of cauldrons, and looked at a few of them. She couldn’t believe the state of them. The little female was fairly sure the Potions professor had been saving these ones. It just looked like it. She extended her right foot and nudge one cauldron. Mainly she wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to attack her. There no telling with some of the other classes. And Vie wasn’t going to risk her skin and life just to clean something trying to kill/injure her. That wasn’t going to be happening any time soon, as far as she saw it.

As soon as the word ‘little’ crossed her ears, Vie looked back at the male. Yes it was true; she was a bit small for her age. But she just hated being called ‘little’. It just got under her skin quicker than anything else someone could call her. A bit strange, once one thinks of some of the things people could call her, but she didn’t care.

With her left eyebrow raised just slightly and a smirk on her face (almost seemed like she was smiling) she looked up towards Lancelot. “The name’s Vie.” She supplied for him. She figured it would be easier, and might make the detention go by faster. And then she could be on her way. Maybe even back to bed. That would be nice. “As long as it isn’t country, I don’t care.” Vie added.