Who: Hestia Jones and Ryland Potter What: Detention. :/ Where: Detention-y spot. And elsewhere. Rating: TBD
Even though she hadn’t exactly intended to express herself so loudly, Hestia let out a rather loud sigh as she sat up from her work. She stretched a bit, the bones along her spine cracking as she did so, and brushed hair from her face with a part of her arm above the point where it was covered with the nasty slug blood. She’d never actually smelled anything so horrid before, but was a bit more disgusted by the fact that she’d already managed to grow rather accustomed to the scent.
She avoided Ryland’s – Mr. Potter’s, that is – gaze, however. Once she’d realized that he apparently did intend for her to spend three hours doing this disgusting work over her argument, she’d fallen sullenly into the role of the student. True, he was working alongside her and they were finishing rather quickly, but that likely only meant that she could change out of the disgusting clothing she wore now into the extra set she’d brought and be on her way back to her room.
She’d realized quickly that the arguments she’d found herself a part of were hardly worth even a moment of this detention. She also was fairly certain that she had made him angry with her and couldn’t help the pouting that came from that thought. Brushing the hair that had fallen loose from her hair tie back over her shoulder, she silently went back to work, the disgusted expression she’d worn for nearly an hour thus far continuing to present itself.