[S.E.V.E.N.T.Y / T W O]

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire slumped in her seat, and rested her head on her arms as Professor Avero paced infront of her, continuing, uninterrupted, on his speech about the necisity of rules, and the reasons why she must follow them. Hiding her face, the Gryffindor let out a near-silent groan. Why did this always seem to happen to her?
But, her groan apparently did not go unheard, and Avero couldn't just let it go. "Are you even listening to me, Miss Weasley?" He asked, pounding his thick hand on her desk. Torie brought her head up, and stared at him, a blank look on her face. She had been doing so well. The chocolates had been bought without a single person knowing. The spell had been cast without single persons advice. They had been placed, right on Nikita's desk without a single pair of eyes seeing, with a note from Xavier Blake, that had been forged without a single person's help. And, yet, she had been caught.
Avero was a glutton, that much was obvious, So, Victoire's only visible mistake was in thinking that he wouldn't eat the jinxed candy, before Nikita got there. His pudgy fingers had snatched up the box and devoured the sweets before Nikita had even arrived.
This depressed the blonde for two reasons. One, because it had insured her a month of detention (How had he even realized it was her!?) and two, the spell she had worked on a month had been wasted. It consisted of a long stream of complex phrases in latin, along with a number of difficult to locate ingredients, and brewed under a full moon. In truth, it was actually a potion, but Victoire, for some reason, liked calling it a spell. She was worse at spells, so it made her sound...better. At the least.
But, even the satisfacion of seeing a completely blue Avero, a little trick that was completely unreversable for the next week, couldn't make up for the detention. And the scolding he was now obsessivley dishing out.
"Truly, Weasley, how dim can you be? Did you honestly think you coudl pull this off?! You have to be-"
Victoire tuned him out, resting her head on her hand, and rolling her eyes. The Hufflepuff beside her snickered, but hushed when Avero gave him a nasty look. The only bright thing was that she wasn't alone in detention, though the room was void of anyone she could pass note to. She silently performed some noise blocking spell Zane had taught her, and began writing one of her twelve-hundred line.
I will not turn my Professor blue
I will not turn my Professor blue
I will not turn my Professor blue
I will not turn my Professor blue
"WEASLEY!" The DADA teacher snapped, angrily, his face a dark shade of purple, (Red from yelling, blue from the potion) and the spell suddenly faltering.
Victoire glowered up at him, and a random thought occured to her. It takes seventy-two muscles in my face to frown, but it'd only take four to lift up my hand, and slap that asshole

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