Angel's Old Empty D&D Classroom Which Is Now Being Served As The Offical Detention Room

Rachel knocked on the door from the outside, feeling extremely anxious and unsure of herself.

The two first-years happened to walk by on their way to class--and the stopped. "Thank you, lady!" the brown-eyed one cried out, smiling. "You're really nice."

"And pretty," the blue-eyed one added. With that, they ran off to class, hoping not to be late.

(Damn right. )

Rachel didn't say anything, but just nodded at them.

Professor Filch was in here with a student. Goyle. He proved himself worthy, somehow, so he was there to help with the detention.

"Ah, it's you." she said, glaring at him.

"Naughty naughty naughty. Well, we'll fix you right up!"

"You're disgusting."

Filch shrugged. "Well, let's begin. Hmm. What are some good old medieval methods that just WORK? Ah! Okay, Goyle, get out the rods. Heat them up."

"...D'oh, How?"

"Use your imagination, boy!"

"Umm.. okay! Where's a fireplace?"

"IDIOT! USE YOUR WAND!"

"Oh."

[what, didn't they just crucio them? D8]

[[Not yet. They first have to learn it in the class.]]

(Gosh, you'd get terrible BURNS from that.)

Rachel just stood there, staring down at the floor, desperate to hold back the tears.

"Just think, you're doing this for those two boys..."

Then, they took the metal rods and pressed them against her skin. Her arms. When they were burning hot. Not WHITE hot, but they could be compared to a pot full of boiling water.

Rachel could not hold it back anymore-she screamed out loudly, and the tears began to run down. She then swerved around and stared at Goyle dead in the eye.

"Is... is that all you got?!" she snapped. "I-I was expecting more!"

Filch smiled. "Would you like this for the rest of the week? Maybe we could burn you down to the bones. What waste your beautiful arms would be, then."

Rachel said nothing, but straighten up a bit.

"See you next week, then."

Filch glanced at her. "You think it's over? Oh, no. You can hide those with your sleeves. Trust me, we're not done yet. We've got to teach this school to behave." He leaned forwards to her. "And if empty threats won't work, we should show them what happens. Goyle, you can leave the rods. But do that one curse-"

"The bruising one?"

"Yes, yes."

And thus they did some spell that caused Rachel to be bruised a lot on her arms and legs and they hurt. And stuff.

[[k. i'm done. Somebody else take over.]]

And so, in the end, Rachel left the Detention Room, looking horribly bruised up and such.

Olivia opened the door. Upon seeing all the torture devices and whatnot on the walls, she just sort of stood there, dumbfounded.

Selia left dinner a bit early to get to her detention on time. She stared at the doors, biting her lip. So, she went inside.

And Selia walked out a little while later, wincing, back burning- she hadn't been burned or bruised, but she had been hung from the ceiling by her ankles and whipped. So, she shuffled her way back to the Ravenclaw dorms.

Amycus Carrow and Karin sat in there waiting...

Selia was back here again. She had ran the entire way from Hogsmeade, only to be a minute after eight o' clock. She bit her lip nervously, knocking on the door.

Professor Carrow opened the door.

"Get in." she barked. "And where's your little friend?"

"He's right behind me, ma'am, I promise." She said, panting slightly. Looking around, she went inside, looking nervous again- and trying not to laugh from the butterbeer.