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Who: Dominic and Alex
When: Monday Evening, after Dinner
Where: Transfiguration Room
Rating: Pg-13
Dominic threw open the door to his mother's classroom and sauntered in, his shoulders thrown back. It took him all of two seconds to realize that he was alone in the room and no one was witnessing his grand entrance before his chest deflated and he threw himself across one of the tables. The material was cool and solid against his back. He swore he'd been running a fever all day, but other than an uncomfortable heat surrounding his body, he felt fine.
He honestly couldn't decide whether he was looking forward to his detention with Alex or dreading it. He could definitely think of things he'd rather be doing, but tormenting the girl had become something of a pass time lately. The angrier she got, the more amused he became. He foresaw great opportunity for amusement tonight. She'd be forced to do manual labor, and he'd have a bucket full of soapy water. Things couldn't really look any brighter unless she came in wearing a white shirt and no bra.
When he heard the door open a few minutes later he didn't move from where he was laying, only threw an arm over his eyes and mumbled, "Scrub brushes are in the closet. Wake me when you're done."
When: Monday Evening, after Dinner
Where: Transfiguration Room
Rating: Pg-13
Dominic threw open the door to his mother's classroom and sauntered in, his shoulders thrown back. It took him all of two seconds to realize that he was alone in the room and no one was witnessing his grand entrance before his chest deflated and he threw himself across one of the tables. The material was cool and solid against his back. He swore he'd been running a fever all day, but other than an uncomfortable heat surrounding his body, he felt fine.
He honestly couldn't decide whether he was looking forward to his detention with Alex or dreading it. He could definitely think of things he'd rather be doing, but tormenting the girl had become something of a pass time lately. The angrier she got, the more amused he became. He foresaw great opportunity for amusement tonight. She'd be forced to do manual labor, and he'd have a bucket full of soapy water. Things couldn't really look any brighter unless she came in wearing a white shirt and no bra.
When he heard the door open a few minutes later he didn't move from where he was laying, only threw an arm over his eyes and mumbled, "Scrub brushes are in the closet. Wake me when you're done."