Detention Desperados

[DESMOND IGNACIUS STRIKER]

Desmond was standing in the middle of the Trophy Room. Hundreds of gleaming trophies surrounded the room (as they should). It had an ethereal beauty to it, and seemed to carry hundreds of years' worth of Hogwarts dignity it in. He hated every single inch of it. Then again, not many would have the time to feel the room's aura, if they carried a case of extremely strong smelling polish in one hand, and a cloth that looked like it had been passed down from Merlin himself in the other.

Desmond had felt like begging for the use of magic, if only to clean the cloth a little. He decided against it at the last moment, preferring to get the ordeal over with. Who the hell gives someone detention just for sleeping in a few dozen classes? he asked himself. Maybe the kind of teacher who wants students to pay attention, suggested his logical side. "Oh shut up," he muttered, as he chose the shelf nearest to the entrance, and pulled out a trophy at random.

The only good part was that someone else would be joining him. Desmond dipped his cloth in the polish, and started scrubbing rapidly, wanting to get away from the smell of it all as soon as possible. Within seconds, he finished the first and took up his second, wondering where his detention partner was. I just hope he's not the type who drops every single thing he touches, Desmond thought, knowing that they would probably have to repair anything that got broken without magic too.

[MADIGAN HOGARTH BOEHLKE]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Madigan had been having a pretty good day. Key word being had. Until he got a detention from Professor Zabini had given him detention. He found that to be quite unfair. He was only talking! Talking! Who gives detention for talking? He'd been talking to Hugo about who knows what, when Professor Zabini so rudely interrupted their conversation, and gave the boy detention. It was not the first time, but a lot of teachers were a little more understanding about his ADD, but some people were different. Which is how Iggy found himself getting detention, cleaning the trophies in the trophy room without magic, with some other kid he barely knew.

Iggy hadn't been paying attention to the time, so he was late to detention. Ah shit... he thought. He was probably going to get another detention for being late. He ran down the long winding staircases to the third floor where his detention was to take place. He burst through the door, knocking over a couple trophies in doing so. "Well shit," he said, scrambling to pick up the trophies. He hoped his fellow detention mate hadn't already cleaned them. He looked around the room at all the trophies, sighing quite audibly.

He looked then to his detention partner. It was that new kid, the one who came to Hogwarts this year, after traveling with his father for forever, or so Iggy heard in the rumors. He wasn't sure, since he'd never actually talked to Desmond Striker before. Well now was as good a time as any right? He picked up the other rag and dipped it into the polish. "So you're the infamous Desmond Striker, eh?" he said, trying to strike up a conversation. He probably shouldn't have said infamous, the poor kid would probably think everyone was talking about him. No one wants that much attention.

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Dez Striker TAGGED
School Uniform + purple hightops OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
Iggy is gonna get friendly! NOTES

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[DESMOND IGNACIUS STRIKER]

Fate seemed to have quite the sense of humor, for no sooner had Desmond voiced his desire to have a non-clumsy roommate, than said detention mate made his arrival in a memorable manner. Desmond winced slightly at the loud clanging noises that the trophies made while hitting the ground. Thankfully, those were still the uncleaned ones, and Desmond merely chuckled, although he was slightly nervous. This was not the best of beginnings.

Once the person straightened up, however, Desmond realized that it was none other than his fellow classmate, Iggy being the name everyone preferred to address him with. Despite being in the same class, Desmond was not very familiar with this person, as they seemed to run in totally different circles. Well, my circle is just me he acknowledged to himself, simultaneously listening as Iggy started speaking.

Desmond almost laughed out loud. Infamous? Me? Maybe it was the kid I hexed into oblivion for his distasteful jokes on me he thought sarcastically. "I'm not sure about infamous, but that's me, yes. And you're Madigan." Desmond didn't really know why he was stating the obvious. "What did you get sent here for? Oh, and could you start off with those, if you don't mind?"

[MADIGAN HOGARTH BOEHLKE]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Iggy had zoned out for a minute, looking at the trophies they had to polish. It certainly was a lot. Could this qualify as cruel and unusual punishment? He wondered if he should bring that up to Professor Gryffin, though of course, that was in the American judicial system that that really came into order. But it certainly was worth a shot, wasn't it? He made a mental note to try and remember to do that later. He picked up his rag and studied it. Perhaps he was trying to avoid doing work, but really he was just a strange kid with ADD who thought anything and everything was interesting.

Madigan nodded at the kid and started to polish his trophies he'd knocked over, but quickly decided he didn't like standing while doing so. He set the trophy currently in his hand and his rag down on a shelf and climbed up so he could sit on a display case. Iggy was kind of a climber, and acrobat, a juggler. He was really altogether a performer, the goofball. He picked his rag back up and started back on the trophy.

"It's Iggy. Well, it actually is Madigan, but no one really calls me that. My dad does. He's rather old fashioned, likes to be all proper. So he calls me Madigan. So does mum though, she's all "I named you Madigan for a reason, I like the name. I did not intend for you to have a nickname, and I certainly didn't intend to call you Iggy. Madigan get off the roof!" So yeah, you can call me Iggy,"

[/color] he said, totally going off on a tangent with his rants. he couldn't help it. He was a talker, and talking was something he was quite good at. "Do you go by Dez? I should call you Dez."[/color]

Iggy finished off his trophy, which probably wasn't the best, but he didn't care. It looked better than it had, if nothing else. It took him a minute to realize that the rest of his trophies that were under his responsibility to clean since he'd knocked them over were still sitting down farther than he was. He sighed. He hadn't thought this through. He got up and jumped down, landing quite gracefully. He had a habit of jumping off of things. "Professor Zabini gave me detention for talking in her class. I have this thing, and most people just tell me to shut it, where I have to talk. I can't help it. Quiet freaks me out, and I get distracted so easy. ADD. I should take meds for it, but they don't help and they make me feel weird. And I'm just like "screw that, I don't need to feel like an awkward git", so I just chuck them out the window. Ya know?"[/color]

He sat down crosslegged on the floor, so he could reach the trophies and not keep climbing. The floor was so boring though. Oh well. Only... how many hours left now? He kind of wished there was a clock, but he knew all too well that detention was over when a professor came and got you and told you you were done. "What're you in for, Dez? Did you not do your homework? Talk back? Snogging some girl in the hallway?"[/color] Detentions were given out for random things at Hogwarts sometimes, and Iggy really knew nothing about Dez. He could have gotten detention for who knows what.[/blockquote][/size]

a lot? WORDS
Dez Striker TAGGED
School Uniform + purple hightops OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
Iggy is such a spaz NOTES

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