Daniel Summerby (atypicalseeker) wrote in caged, @ 2013-09-26 23:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 97-09, [ log ], daniel summerby, regina avery |
WHO: Daniel Summerby & Regina Avery
WHEN: 26 September 1997; during the raids
WHERE: Hufflepuff Common Room
SUMMARY: Danny tried to sneak out with his contraband. It didn’t work.
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: Complete
There hadn’t been enough warning. Danny should have suspected that something was up when the Carrows were absent from dinner, but he hadn’t put two and two together until, sitting at a table in the common room, a handful of unfamiliar prefects entered. He had the sudden urge to take his homework up to the library rather than his usual table in the corner of the commons. He gathered up his books--he’d only been working on Ancient Runes, but he had the architecture book Hannah had given him for his birthday in case he needed to take a short break from Futhark--and tucked them under his arm, heading straight for the door. Perhaps a little too quickly. While not exactly enthusiastic, Regina Avery with a pin on her lapel was nothing if not dutiful, and from the moment she entered the Hufflepuff Common Room - for the first time, no less, despite being appointed as the Prefect to replace one Hannah Abbott - she was carefully examining the occupants with her steady gaze. Frankly, she was looking for an opportunity to confiscate or otherwise detain her two favorite Hufflepuffs, both of whom were female seventh years. When she noted the pace at which Danny was heading for the exit of the Common Room, however, her plans changed. Stepping toward him, she held out a hand in a ‘stop’ motion, hazel eyes sharp as her tongue when she cut him off with a commanding, “Before you go,” and motioned to his pockets. Oh, precisely the person he wanted to see. He understood why Hannah had given up her badge, but he’d really hoped that, if anyone, they’d have given the badge to Megan. But no, this year had to keep going on a downward spiral. And they weren’t even to the second month yet. Danny tried so very hard not to roll his eyes at her, but he didn’t want to make this any worse than it had to be. “What, am I supposed to be hiding a wireless in my pockets now?” he remarked, even as he dutifully turned one pocket out, then the other. He didn’t carry much, and at the moment, all he had were his wand, a handful of Bertie Bott’s, and his D&D dice (neatly tucked away in their pouch). “Anything else?” he added, gripping his books a little tighter. Oh, he didn’t have anything questionable in his pockets--well, depending on who was asking, the dice might be questionable--but his books, on the other hand… “I don’t pretend to have any idea what you keep on your person, Summerby,” came the obviously bored response - aside from a wrinkle of her nose at the dice pouch and the clacking sounds that came from within, she didn’t react to any of the objects, but as he was placing them back into their places, she looked him over once more to be sure he wasn’t likely to have extra pockets he may not have been exactly forthcoming about. In a tone that suggested just how little she was enjoying this but which brooked no arguments, “Your books.” And held out a hand for them - as the briefest of moments passed, she forced a sweet smile onto her face, and added, “Please.” Damn it. He knew he should have transfigured that stupid pamphlet. Danny licked his lips and handed them over. He only hoped she didn’t look too closely. Several pages in each book were dog-eared, though most in his architecture book were in the first hundred pages--he’d had it for less than a week, there were other things to worry about--and tucked neatly (and he thought rather ironically) into a chapter discussing the architecture of Hogwarts was a copy of the Phoenix Press. Despite the fact that Regina was less than impressed with the limits and the circumstances of her appointment, she knew very well that turning down the badge and the responsibilities that came with it was never an option for her - so if she was overly touchy and this turned out to be nothing, so be it. At least all of Hufflepuff would know that she was taking it seriously, however much she might be rolling her eyes behind the facade of seriousness. Taking the books from him, Regina unceremoniously tucked one of the tomes under her arm, then took hold of a cover with each hand and pulled them apart such that the pages were facing the ground, and anything tucked in between them fluttered to the ground. The first book revealed nothing, and she pulled it back to her to flip through the pages manually just in case, then switched out volumes and repeated the action. When a page with a familiar Wizarding photograph floated out onto the floor, she raised an eyebrow. The implication was clear: gotcha. Danny pursed his lips the second she held the first book upside down. He was so sorely tempted to play dumb, but he was screwed enough already. “Hrm. Fancy that.” All right, so he still couldn’t resist the sarcasm. At least he didn’t deny that the paper was his. One randomly found next to him at the table? Possible. One tucked into his personal book, without his knowledge? Much less believable. Leaning over, she calmly retrieved it from where it had floated to the floor, giving it only a compulsory glance to be sure it was what she thought it was - then turned her gaze on the seventh year Hufflepuff. Without any indication that she was particularly upset about the find, she told him simply, “This will be reported to the staff and you’ll be expected to serve a detention with Professor Filch. The next time you’re found with contraband, I expect the consequences will be much less lenient.” Then, unbothered, she held out his books toward him in a clear dismissal. |