Detention Chambers

Detention Chambers
first floor of hogwarts

When professors are too lazy to come up with more creative forms of detention, students are normally kept here on Saturday mornings to study or do other menial work. Typically, the professors take turns supervising or even on occasion pass on the responsibility to prefects or one of the head students. If the teacher in charge doesn't seem to be paying much attention, then it'd be easy to sneak away through a secret passage near the corner.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant is couple minutes late to detention today because it's *Hawke*, who normally doesn't care very much about what the students get up to as long as they complete the necessary hours in the detention chambers. He has a book with him, expecting to just sit at a desk for the remainder of the afternoon (so might as well study for NEWTs), but when he enters the room, all the desks have been vanished and on the floor lay three ornate chandeliers. There is a group of third years, just as Marisha mentioned, chatting amongst themselves as they attempt to clean two out of the three. There is no way he is going to spend the next couple of hours talking to a bunch of annoying thirteen-year-olds, so Ant gets a rag from Hawke's desk and positions himself by the last one. How he was unlucky enough to get detention on *chandelier* cleaning day is beyond him – actually, he wouldn't put it past Pringle to have requested for the chandeliers to be cleaned today specifically to get back at him. Prick. He glances towards Hawke to make sure she isn't looking before slipping one of the earbuds Marisha got him into his left ear so he can at least listen to music while doing this. He sets down the book on a nearby shelf, sighs, and begins.

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Lemon has been frequenting the detention period since she was thirteen and *Leif Logg* sent her to detention for being too rowdy in class if that had ever bothered them before that anyways. Far worse assignments have been given to her then some light chandelier cleaning. When she enters the chambers late, she gets a stern glance from Hawke that she responds to with a giant wave and a bright grin before noticing the chandeliers on the ground. "Hawke! More polishing?" Lemon reaches the table her professor is standing at, staring down at her as she nods with a sour expression on her face and grabbing one of the rags from between them. It's a lot more chill than finding critters in the forest or cleaning the pumpkins outside the caretaker's hut. Why would you need to do that? Aesthetics aren't *that* important, *and* they stay outside anyways. "Thanks," she beams at the Charms professor before turning around to find her home for the next hour or two. Similarly, she spots the thirteen year olds (including some of the usual suspects) and immediately heads away from that direction. Luckily, she sees a sprout of blond hair coming from a longer and presumably older boy, who she is sure to get along with more, so she slides down onto the ground beside him. "*Hey*," she whispers, not turning towards his face as she begins polishing with one hand and responding to text messages with another. Even if Hawke was a stickler, her back is facing her and she doesn't believe she will get caught.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

It's a good thing that Ant doesn't have his other earbud in otherwise he would not have heard her, and he's been told multiple times that it's rude. He pauses the music in case she plans on continuing, looking up from his task to face her. It processes to him immediately that *this* is the Eagle Choir girl – he tried looking her up on Witchagram after all and found lots of different articles and what not about the Darling family. "Hey," he responds in kind. It occurs to him that maybe he should actually listen to Leif and talk to her about the whole Eagle Choir versus Frog Choir dilemma. He honestly doesn't think it should be that much of a rivalry, but Leif seems very adamant about discussing these matters with her. If Ant didn't know better, Leif has some sort of vendetta, but they are last professor they would expect that from. He contemplates how he'll go about this for a couple seconds, feeling awkward in the way Ant typically does (almost as if he is in a perpetual state of mild discomfort). It would probably be best to begin with an introduction, he thinks. "I'm Ant."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Still busy responding to one of Rayy's messages, which is them kidding around about Travis' newest movie *During*, she doesn't immediately turn towards him except his name creates this instant sense of joy and irritation. At the introduction, her head whizzes around to face him and she sets her phone down on the ground as if giving him her full attention. Lemon is generally not good at giving her full attention though, mind still wandering about the digital conversation she was having though she will soon forget it in favor of- "You're toad boy," she tells him, admittedly rather needlessly, but she had found it necessary when it was coming out of her mouth. "Or do you self-identify as frog boy?" Her brows wiggle across her face, smile rapidly growing as she glances over his posture. Lemon has seen him around Hogwarts before, so she sort of remembers his weird gait that's trying too hard to be chill and this funny face he pulls though she's never known what it's a reaction to or what he's feeling when he does it. He is such a scrawny motherfucker with a mediocre hairstyle. "It's nice meeting you, *Travert*. It's about time." Her arms cross over her chest, tilting her chin towards the ceiling just slightly as she smiles over at him rather cockily. His surname is said in a French accent based off of assumption and some light searching on Seeker to figure out if it *actually* was because she had already decided that calling him by his last name would be more ominous. Lemon does not introduce herself, not believing there's a reason for her to. She's known.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant blinks, almost feeling as if this cannot actually be happening. He wonders, for a bit, if she is just messing with him because there is no conceivable way that she could actually be taking this supposed rivalry between them seriously. "Uh, I'm the president of Frog Choir, yes." It is obvious in the tone of Ant's voice that he's slightly bewildered by how she's talking to him. "It's nice meeting you too..." *Fuck*. What is her name? It's a fruit, but he only remembers that much and that's because of her Witchagram bio, which makes absolutely no sense. "Darling, right?" It sounds a lot less threatening than the way she says *his* name, not that it is his goal to be threatening. "I don't... identify... as either?" The confusion in his voice is palpable, so he laughs awkwardly and runs a hand through his hair, putting away his other earbud back into his case because he can tell this is going to become a whole conversation. "I doubt you identify as Eagle Girl." he deadpans, but then he realizes that only someone really *odd* would want to start an eagle choir probably, so he quickly follows up with. "Unless you do? That's..." Ant has never been good at controlling his expressions. "...fine. It would be fine if you did."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

His surprise eggs her on, and then it's followed by what she assumes is a mix of confusion and being weirded out, which she appreciates and easily laughs at. It also feels like some sort of compliment that by calling her *Eagle Girl*, he is admitting he knows about infamous ~~little~~ grand *Eagle Choir*. Maybe they're worried. "I *would* prefer Eagle Empress for the..." Literary devices aren't necessarily Lemon's thing, so she shrugs and then leans backwards onto her hands. It doesn't bother her that she doesn't know, and she wonders silently if he knows because he's a nerd. Gilbert mentioned it once though. Maybe it's anaphora. "Whatever. I *really* prefer it when you call me *Darling*." Lemon's eyes roll as she laughs to show she is kidding on all counts. Never that serious, she's certainly the sort of person you shouldn't trust a word from, but she finds that she keeps people on their toes. When he pulls his earbud from his ear and puts it away, she raises a brow. It's some sort of silent promise to her that this will be a proper conversation then, which provides her with quite a thrill though her posture says otherwise as she leans further away from him. "So, Mr. President, how is toad-sitting going for you?"

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

*Eagle Empress...* Ant is beginning to think it might have been a better idea to position himself with the thirteen-year-olds instead, because at least then it would not be as rude to tune them out. He can't tell if she is being sarcastic or not. Ant has met a variety of personalities at Hogwarts – he's roommates with *Herb* for Merlin's sake, then there was that whole debacle with the singing telegram... He's learned that sometimes he thinks people are joking about these ridiculous things only to be dead serious, and then he'll have went and accidentally offended them. For someone like Ant, who is *terrible* at reading people, this is quite the dilemma. "The new members are actually the ones who take care of the toads." he answers, though his tone is wary because he's half-sure (which is still not a lot) that she is just making fun of him. "And how is Eagle choir going for you?" He does not remember them having had any official performances this year, but also Ant does not go to a lot of school events unless Frog Choir is required to attend. He doesn't think Leif would let Eagle Choir get that far either; do they even have a faculty adviser?

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Lemon had wanted an answer about how the toads are doing and could have used some dirt on how it is caring for such slimy creatures. Luckily, Norbert cares for their birds and she doesn't have to worry about much except for some treats. Regardless, her disappointment is fleeting because she is given the opportunity to brag about Eagle Choir, her new passion project among other things. It's mostly holding her over until Seven is allowed to teach her how to drive, so who knows how long it will last? "Oh, we've seen tremendous improvement with the gigantic ones. A lot of them are catching onto the notes. Some will repeat short tunes. It's starting to sound *pretty* spectacular," she brags though some of it is a stretch. Owls are intelligent and are used to listening to directions from witches and wizards by now, so instructing them is easy when it comes to telling them to stand here or there or getting them to *hoo* once or twice. Keeping notes is another issue, but at least they're all starting at the same time. "We're having chats with a few staff members about becoming our advisor, but we need to draft a constitution first, which is stupid." Lemon laughs, finding it to be a pretty unnecessary formality. Besides, declaring her intentions with Eagle Choir can't really be done if she actually wants the extracurricular to be approved. "We're hoping for one of the Big H's: Hornette or Haji- Hawke if shit goes terribly wrong. Haji is a better marketing strategy. *Obviously.*" Lemon laughs, hiding the gushing well enough from her face before raising her hand and gesturing lazily towards Ant. "You get it."

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant does get it, unfortunately. Marisha is in Haji's club (which he had teased her about, even), and whenever he passes by the library on a day with a book club meeting he can see a bunch of students packed together in the corner listening to the librarian share his insights on his latest read. This seems like the kind of information that Leif would appreciate, Ant thinks, so he makes a mental note of it. He isn't very worried though about a decline in the number of applicants for Frog Choir though since it's been around since forever and it attracts a very specific sort of crowd. That, and Leif keeps on making people join for extra credit in Music, too, which they will surely not do for Eagle Choir. "Yeah, I never had to deal with drafting a constitution because Frog Choir was founded... in the 1920s." Ant knows specifically, actually, due to a ridiculous initiation process, that it was founded on September 3rd, 1929 at a quarter to 2:00PM, but he doesn't verbalize this because he knows it's a bit ridiculous to have that knowledge stashed away in his head. "It sounds boring." he comments, "So, you're very serious about Eagle Choir, then?" Honestly, he had thought it was formed as some sort of joke and thus its founders would not take it so seriously. "Since you've begun to train the owls and all."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Lemon somehow believes that she's supposed to be fazed by how *ancient* Frog Choir is except she isn't because ancient shit is usually unimpressive in every fashion. Such is the case with Leif Logg. "Whatever, won't have to do it myself. My friend Rex will write it. He believes he has (and I *quote*) 'a God given talent for rhythmic word mastery.'" Immediately laughing at this, she can't picture RexXx drafting a constitution, but he expressed interest and she would rather not do it. He promised beautiful wordplay and metaphors, but she's listened to his music and this so-called *wordplay* before. A few lines from a song about her float around in her head, eliciting more laughter until she's shushed and she brings a hand to her mouth. "I don't know if I believe him, but sometimes you just have to get shit done, you know?" Lemon is not really spectacular at waiting because she has little to no patience. Anyone who she has tried to contact through text *ever* will certainly know that. It still hasn't dawned on her that a lot of people don't find that endearing, but that doesn't really matter to her. When he mentions how serious Eagle Choir is to her, she pauses and her nose scrunches as she thinks this question over to herself. On one hand, he might give this information to Logg and she wants Logg to believe they're wholly serious in this. On the other, she doesn't actually want to be Eagle Empress though she would publicly claim the title and embrace it until it's run into the ground. "*Obviously* we have to train them in order to perform. We have a whole *Bring It On* thing, but that's a secret- one secret I'll *never* tell." Her last words are said a bit dramatically, mimicking her sister who she doesn't know is mimicking *Gossip Girl*. "*Why, Travert?* Are you *scared*?" she teases, leaning forward slightly with a grin plastered on her face.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

*A God given talent for rhythmic word mastery...* Ant soon realizes that Rex is probably one of those cringe poets, or even worse, a *rapper*, and it takes everything in him not to snort in case Lemon is being serious and Rex is actually a good friend of hers. She's giggling, though, but Ant's learned that sometimes people don't appreciate their friends being ridiculed even though they're ridiculous and very easy to poke fun at. She seems very serious about this whole endeavor, which is completely mind-boggling to him. Ant loves Frog Choir, but if there weren't one, he wouldn't have put in the effort to found it. There is legitimately no point to either institution. "I'm not." he says, raising an eyebrow. He catches the Gossip Girl reference because he used to be seeing someone really into that show, and it makes her words all the more nonsensical and even less threatening. "I don't think there's anything to be scared of, really." Ant realizes belatedly this might come across as rather self-important and cocky, but he's just being matter-of-fact. He doesn't want to belittle this endeavor of hers though. It would surely incense him if the situations were reversed, and also Mitzi seems to be at least mildly pleased by Eagle Choir's existence. "I mean, I'm sure you guys are great. Owls are very intelligent creatures." A lot more intelligent than toads, which might make them easier to train, in fact. "We can both just do our own thing."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Considering Eagle Choir's existence is mostly meant to torture Leif Logg into an early retirement, them just *doing their own thing* is impossible. However, she can't admit that Eagle Choir is just to pester her least favorite professor because then the chances of it getting legitimately shut down skyrocket. Lemon rolls her eyes at the idea that there's *nothing* to be scared of because the comment was boring, but she returns with a cheesy grin. It won't faze her nor stop her from doing what she's planning on doing, which she isn't too sure of. "*Really?* I've heard that Twigg is quaking in their little Victorian boots already," she says, bringing her hands close to her face and pointing and wiggling her fingers at Ant. Once done, she puts her hands out behind her and leans backwards again. Lemon glances towards Hawke, who is watching her in particular, and nods at her, but doesn't return to their activity just yet. "Hmm, why are you in here anyways? Are you a *spy*?" she questions, turning towards him again and squinting her eyes as if she's serious. Her tone is wholly playful though, and she is soon snickering to herself before a "*Darling.*" rings through the air and she slowly returns to polishing the chandelier with one hand.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant is still extremely confused, mostly because she's poking fun at Logg, who is easily one of the best and nicest members of the Hogwarts faculty. "*Logg* isn't very concerned." he clarifies. They *are*, but Lemon does not need to know that and Ant thinks it's embarrassing for a teacher to be this invested in teenage extra-curricular activities. "At first, they wanted me to talk to you to make sure that we don't interfere with each other this school year, but I assured them I don't think we'll reach that point. That conversation happened maybe three weeks ago. They're over it." They are very much so *not* over it, Ant knows, and this rivalry will likely once more be incited when Ant lets them know that Eagle Choir is already drafting constitutions and looking for a faculty adviser. The dichotomy between her serious expression and playful tone thoroughly baffle Ant, and he considers his response before speaking again. "I told Pringle to shut up." he admits, sounding a bit embarrassed. At first, it had been a bit funny to him, then Mitzi told him off for it (even if she had changed her stance rather quickly) and it became a lot less amusing. "So, not a spy, no."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Lemon nods as if she believes this to be true, but she doesn't. Logg is very offended by her existence as far as she can tell, and she subsequently refuses to believe that they're not stressed over this. Frog Choir is too important to them, so just the mockery that Eagle Choir is making out of their little organization will surely get underneath their skin. Lemon wonders what life would be like if she dedicated this much time to all of the things she does just for shits and giggles. Speaking of giggles, she titters again when he tells her why he's in detention. "*Wow*, aren't you a bad boy?" she teases, laughing more to herself and eventually falling over onto her elbow before propping herself up again. Picturing *Ant* tell a staff member to shut it is hilarious to her, but especially with knowing it's Norbert of all people. He seems embarrassed too, and she doesn't really know *why* because she's not going to shame him for telling off faculty let alone just getting detention. *Obviously*. She's *there*. Lemon collects herself, but is visibly still amused as she smiles down at the chandelier, looking rather smug. "Was it *worth* it?" Her words draw out before she bites down on her lip to avoid laughing more.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant feels the tips of his ears get hot but other than that (which is already not as noticeable) there is no visible sign of embarrassment at her words. He isn't flustered, but it's just unsettling to him talking to someone who speaks like Lemon does. Then, she asks him if it was worth it... He thinks this over before coming to the conclusion that at the time, it was definitely worth it, but the longer he spends in her company, the more his little act of rebellion seems pyrrhic. That would definitely be rude of him, though. He doesn't say that. "It was, yeah." he says, instead. For the rest of the year, Pringle will likely be more difficult about Frog Choir conducting certain activities and Ant also has no doubt that he will be on the receiving end of many glares until he graduates. It's fine – he'll live. "Someone needed to tell him." he adds, scoffing a little. At this little quip, Ant becomes a bit *more* embarrassed because he's not used to joking around like this with people who aren't Marisha (and Valya too, as of late). "Why are *you* in detention?"

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

When Ant scoffs, she smirks to herself. Once the conversation is on her again, she starts to wonder if he doesn't enjoy discussing himself much. It's fine; Lemon enjoys talking about herself. "*Right?*" she responds in agreement. A lot of these dustballs could stand to hear that whether from a student or a colleague. A lot of them are irritating and entitled. Norbert is definitely one of them. "Anyways, we went swimming after curfew." Lemon has gotten detention for more interesting things, so it's sort of disappointing when she gets it for stupid reasons because it turns her much more interesting reputation into one of more of a delinquent of sorts. "*We* being me and Virgil, but that's his fault. I don't know how I'm supposed to be blamed for him falling in. Maybe he shouldn't have been in my business." She huffs, but immediately grins because the situation is more amusing to her than it is irritating. Lemon had gone out past curfew on her own for the purpose of getting *air* since there isn't much of it in the Slytherin Commons, heard Virgil calling out for him and jumped in both to hide out under the water and mess with him. It was chilly (and admittedly she got a cold though that's nothing a potion or two couldn't resolve), but worth watching him stomp and yell at her sternly from the water's edge. Lemon snickers to herself, brows raising in amusement. Quietly, she adds (mostly to herself), "He seemed so scandalized... Poor Virg."

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant cannot imagine *swimming* anywhere on Hogwarts grounds willingly. The water seems gross and is home to many, many aquatic magical creatures that he believes are better off not being disturbed. Admittedly, he's judging her a little bit (not that he wasn't already to begin with) but acknowledges that some students are rather adventurous are less iffy about this kind of stuff than Ant is. He has never been the adventurous sort, and that's likely why he was placed in Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor. "It isn't very hard to scandalize Virgil." Ant mentions. His face scrunches up in distaste – he no longer has to control this expression because Mitzi isn't around (not that he has been trying very hard as of late; it seems Virgin Gibbs tests even Marisha's patience from time to time, so it's been fine). At the mention that the Head Boy had *fallen in*, an amused smirk crosses Ant's face and he chuckles softly. "I'm surprised he let you off with just one detention." Virgil's pride seems like it would have taken a harder blow than that. "You're unlucky it was Virgil on shift that night. I feel like the other prefects know better than to risk drowning to catch a student."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Lemon catches how his face scrunches in distaste and mimics it by scrunching her nose. His face is funny when he does that, but she holds in her laughter relatively well. "Hmm, pretty sure he went easy on me because it was his first intimate moment with someone of the opposite sex," she jokes, knowing it's not true but wanting to believe it is anyways since she isn't sure *why* he only gave her one. Maybe he tried for two and Hornette stopped him. Lemon loves Hornette, but far more than the professor actually enjoys her since she tends to taint Slytherin's points. However, as she's gotten older, she believes she's started to grow on the old woman because it's become obvious that a lot of it isn't purposeful. "*Anyways*, you say that is because you weren't there. If you had been, you would recognize that I was *very* lucky." Her laugh comes out again before she pauses the polishing again and leans onto one of her hands. Lemon eyes him, giving him another once over. Now that she's gotten a solid chuckle out of him, she feels even more emboldened to pester him, but her mind is still on Gibbs. He's such a character, and the two have history considering they're from the same house. "It wouldn't have been as interesting if... Oh, my *God*." Lemon bursts into laughter again, thankful for the fact that this session is being monitored by Hawke who will not send her to a second one for enjoying herself too much. Remembering that the famous Marisha Gorski is supposed to be *his* best friend has saved her though she wouldn't have said anything terrible about her anyways considering she fully plans on being at her wedding someday. "I can't believe the Wasp is besties with a *delinquent*."

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant visibly perks up at the mention of Marisha as he always does – it's no wonder people used to think they were dating even though the idea is unthinkable to him now. Immediately, he knows who she's talking about when she mentions the Wasp. He wonders, then, if Lemon, having known him before this conversation, is aware that they have matching user names and if her goal in referring to her that way is to make fun of them. Oh well; Lemon doesn't *seem* like she's being malicious. However, Ant *still* doesn't know what to gather from this interaction with Lemon and it's already been a couple of minutes. He's still lost, so he can't be sure. It's almost like watching a movie with no plot. "Uh, you know Mitzi?" he asks, then catches himself. "I mean, Marisha. Sorry, that's just a nickname." He realizes this makes them a bit more 'sus', but also anyone who has seen Marisha and Rayy interact (which really, anyone can catch if you're in the library early enough) would know that there's no way it could be *Ant* when the competition is so stiff. "Yeah, she's my best friend."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Her brows raise and eyes widen when he becomes a little more interested in the conversation, amused by the change. If not for the fact that she has been fortunate enough to catch his best friend with hers on numerous occasions, she *would* find them a little suspicious. "Ooh," she lets out, mouth pushing out into the little letter *O* before smiling at this confirmation that she's his best friend. "I know her!" she confirms, straightening her posture and bringing her elbows down on her knees as she leans forward just slightly. Lemon is grinning, enthused by this particular topic because it annoys Rayy in what she hopes is an extremely fond way. "*My* best friend is in *love* with her. I don't know that for *certain*, which means no tattling on me because they *insist* it's not true." Her eyes roll, but it's with a ton of love in her heart and she's still smiling. "Seriously though? *Come on*. I was born deaf, not blind." Her hand instinctively signs the word *deaf*, hitting the magical hearing piece that's camouflaged into her hair. It screeches in her ear upon hitting it, being about as sensitive as the Muggle ones because WizCo must have thought it added *charm* or something. It's audible, but she doesn't react to it. "Since she's *your* best friend, what do *you* think? Does she need to hear *the talk*?" Lemon is joking of course. Who actually does that in real life?

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

The feedback makes Ant flinch but he recovers very quickly and doesn't make any move to mention it or react beyond that. "*Rayy's* your best friend?" he asks. He's let down when Lemon says she doesn't know for certain that Rayy is in love – Ant was hoping for some sort of confirmation so that he could... Well, he doesn't know what he would do with that information, actually, but it would likely bring him a lot of peace. It's reassuring to know that Rayy's friends seem to be equally aware of how ridiculous this *thing* between them and Marisha is. Ant realizes his tone sounded a bit incredulous, and he actually likes Rayy, so he wants to clarify that he approves and does not have any ill feelings towards them. No need for Lemon to be under the impression that Ant is *jealous*, after all. That would be ridiculous. "Rayy's awesome. We play World together." Ant comments, "I can't believe you don't know if they're in love for certain. It's so obvious. Have you seen the two of them at Chess Club?" Ant has only been once last year and once again this year, but both times he was equally flabbergasted at how the two of them could continue to call this little friendship of theirs wholly platonic. Ant shakes his head, huffing a little at the notion. Then, Lemon mentions *the talk*, and Ant feels himself get more and more embarrassed by the second. Did Rayy *tell* her? It would make sense considering they're best friends. *Fuck my life,* he thinks to himself. "Marisha's fine." he says, "No talk needed."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

One of her brows raise curiously, but then he clarifies and he tells her he plays *World*, which is truly so embarrassing to her, and she grins and huffs out a little laughter. "You play *World*?" Her head juts forward, both brows raised now in the middle of her forehead. Her tone isn't too judgmental though considering Rayy plays and she doesn't bully them about it *that* much. A little bit is called for though, she thinks. "Whoa, as if *I* know how to play chess," she acknowledges that point with a small laugh. Lemon wouldn't be caught alive playing chess— only dead considering she would surely die trying to figure out how to play it. It's boring too, requiring so much mental planning ahead that she just simply does not possess. "Jesus, you play chess too?" It causes her to consider something for a moment, and Lemon is clearly in thought as she squints her eyes at him. Not needing to give Marisha *the talk* goes over her head because she had no intention of doing it in the first place. If she knew Ant had actually given Rayy one, then she would just to be even and because she's certain her and Marisha could both find it funny. Besides that, she's sort of busy piecing together who Ant is apart from being Toad Boy and Mr. President. "So, maybe you're not *that* much of a bad boy, *Travert*. Bad boys don't really play *World* and *chess*." Lemon pauses. "Maybe you're just an nerdy indie boy, who misbehaves sometimes and we all accept it because you're scrawny and wear glasses." Of course, his Witchagram helped her put a lot of this together, but this new information helps her immensely in this characterization, which she is mostly expressing to tease him. Remember they can't be *too* friendly. "Ooh, do you play guitar too?"

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Being referred to as a nerdy indie boy brings back memories of Lunette, whom he does not miss very much, but it still makes him snort at the description. "A lot of people play World. Rayy plays World." he says, still very much bewildered by how he's supposed to go about this conversation. He hasn't found his footing in this just yet. His current tactic is breaking down everything she is saying into smaller sections and responding to them individually, as if that will make it easier to digest. "Chess can be fun." he adds. It isn't as fun to Ant because it brings back memories of Gabriel beating him over and over again, but he's willing to play with Mitzi if it will make her happy and also he knows it makes her happy when he tries to attend meetings despite not being an official member. "And I never claimed to be bad." Ant is well aware that he is far from threatening or rebellious, not that he *tries* to be. He knows any attempt at that kind of persona would only be pathetic, really. "Um, what do you mean by 'we' all accept it? Who's *we*?" The expression Ant's face is mostly confusion mixed with a bit of regret; he should've sat by the third years.

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

His snort amuses her even if it's because *he* thinks *she* is ridiculous. Lemon knows she's the weird one and he's the weirder one, so it doesn't offend her. Her place is known. "I know *you* didn't, but *I* did and you didn't try to correct me." Her brows raise as she tilts her head to the side as if she's just said something smart. "It's because you like it, huh? You're such a *bad boy*." Lemon is not one for experiencing shame, so her voice goes a little high as she rolls her eyes and coyly swats her hand at him. When she's done, her shoulders squeeze towards her ears and she grins at him, appearing thoroughly amused with herself because *of course* she is. "*We* is... I don't know. I don't know!" At first, she is subjected to more thought and consideration than she would really want to put into the statement, so she quits and then repeats the statement again with more excitement. "*You* didn't answer. You're embarrassed because I'm right, but you play guitar." Lemon leans onto one of her hands, squinting her eyes at him before her expression regains its usual vibrance and she creates a sizzling noise with her mouth. "Yikes. I can't figure it out... acoustic or electric. Which is it?" On the other hand, she is quite ecstatic about her decision to sit beside the older boy, deeming this one of her better detention experiences by far.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

"I play bass." he clarifies, having been too busy focusing on everything else that she's said so far. "But yes, I can play guitar too. Acoustic." It was easy enough to learn after learning bass (which he only insisted to learn after getting far enough into Adventure Time as a kid, not that he will admit that to Lemon or anyone), but he still prefers the former instrument to the latter. He can play the drums a bit too, and the piano (He's not good at all, but he knows enough to help the frogs and students vocalize during practice!), but there's no point in telling Lemon all this because he feels it has the potential to come off as arrogant. Ant has never worn arrogant well, but the same can be said for most things Ant tries to pull off. "And um, I *don't* like it. It being... being called *that*." Ant has a *lot* of shame, definitely more than the average person, a stark contrast to Lemon who does not seem fazed or embarrassed at all whereas Ant is hyperaware of everything that comes out of his mouth. "You can just call me Ant; everyone does – " Except a handful who call him *Antoine*, which he's never really understood. " – and I'd prefer it to that or to Toad Boy, really."

Lemon Darling

slytherin, sixth year
ateleia

Lemon nods, intrigued though she doesn't really appear to be. When he starts telling her about how his name is *Ant*, which is about as much of a made-up name as *Lemon* is, she snickers quietly to herself. "No more Toad Boy," she concedes eventually, but she will likely forget and do it at least once more behind his back. He *is* Toad Boy though. When he's confused, he even has this vibe of someone with a frog in their throat or even *worse* someone whose head will split open and reveal he has a little frog in there *Men in Black* style. "I'll continue to call you *Travert* for its French flair, and then you can just call me Darling until you remember what my name is." Lemon winks and makes a clicking noise with her mouth as she grins, immediately turning down to her phone. Since most try *not* to call her Darling (unless attempting to pull some overused yet supposedly 'clever' moves on her), she assumes that this has to derive from him not knowing her name though she certainly got a lot of pleasure out of hearing it the first time. Admittedly, she's not telling him for the simple fact that she wants to hear him do it again because he seems to be the sort of person who would be embarrassed by it. Anyone should be embarrassed by calling someone *darling* in 2047. "Hey, do you know what frogs drink?" she asks as she mindlessly goes through her phone until she reaches Cantisfy. "Diet Croak," she answers, glancing over her brows to see how unamused he is with her. A smug smile sits on her face before she huffs and turns down towards her phone again.

Ant

exochorda, seventh year
paintedred

Ant exhales sharply at the joke, refusing to show any indication that he found it funny considering that she's been a bit of a pest thus far and also because the joke is so corny. "Sure, whatever , Darling." he says. Obviously, it's lost on him how calling her that could be *embarrassing*, otherwise he would not have done it. He can realize later and agonize over his embarrassment, but for now he plugs in his earbuds again and queues up his playlist. He considers going on Witchagram and looking for her account *again*, so he can finally remember which fruit it is. All he remembers from her bio is that it's supposedly a lucky one – is there even such thing as a lucky fruit? He goes back to polishing the chandelier, already rehearsing in his mind how he'll tell this story to his friends later. Marisha would be rather pleased to know that he's met Rayy's best friend, probably, and Valya would get a hoot out of Lemon, he's sure. If only Ant felt similarly, but for now he glances at her one last time, going back to his task and praying that she does not try to strike up a conversation again.