You talkin' to me?(Sirius)

[megazostradon]

Sirius took Godolphin's hand more as a courtesy than out of need, and stood up without pulling on the Transfiguration Professor's arm. "Thanks," he mumbled, deciding to keep his voice even. It wouldn't due to show the anger he felt at being disrupted show in his voice. It was no secret that Sirius walked at the beat of his own drum, and was no fan of rules. However, what irritated him most was that their fight had been interrupted when he had been in the worse position. It meant he'd lost. This was not a familiar or welcome occurrence to the prideful Gryffindor.

Sirius stepped on his brother's foot as he started after Godolphin, and didn't spare a glance for his brother. He walked in silence, keeping his face impassive. The only thing that betrayed his rage was the fire in his silver eyes. Though he could keep all of his other movements and features calm and expressionless, he could never keep his emotions out of his eyes. Joy, anger, sadness, they could all be seen clearly in his wintry eyes.

The sound of their footsteps echoed on the stone steps. Trying to distract himself from his infuriation and injured pride, Sirius glanced out the windows as they descended to the lower floors. The day was muggy, and the sun fought a failing battle to shine through the clouds. He glowered, betraying his stoic appearance for a moment. 'I hate cloudy days. Useless unless it's raining. And it's not raining. It's just cold and generally unpleasant.'

[brett]

Regulus grimaced as his brother stomped his foot. He was practically glaring a hole into his rotten brothers head, but Sirius never turned back to see it. Damn his short temper. Reg prided himself on the fact that he could break rules and never get caught. But he had let his emotions get the best of him and act out of instinct without considering consequence, so this is what he got. Somehow he doubted he would be able to talk himself out of this, considering the precarious position the Transfiguration Professor had found him in.

At least he had 'won.' Of course now that they had been caught that wasn't necessarily a good thing as he was likely to be blamed for starting the fight...which technically he did. He bumped his brother, provoked him, and even threw the first punch, but as far as Reg was considered Sirius was the one responsible. His brother had started that fight the day he moved in with the Potters, and turned his back on his family, on Regulus.

Of course Reg knew deep down that his brother didn't have a choice, but he didn't have to enjoy it so much. He didn't need to smile all the time, didn't need to constantly be around James. He didn't need to make it so obvious to everyone that he felt he had been born into the wrong family...that he had been given the wrong brother. Regulus clenched his fists quickly turning sadness to anger, and slowly attempting to defuse it before he exploded.

[wyatt]

Wyatt walked ahead of the boys glancing back frequently to make sure neither one tried to run off. Of course that would be unwise considering he could turn around and stun the attempted escapee. Not to mention it would severely worsen the punishment. He hadn't said a word since breaking up the fight and neither had either of the Black brothers, so the trodded down the corridor with only there thoughts and echoing footsteps as company.

Wyatt's thoughts were focused on punishment for the two delinquents who followed behind them. What penance would he make them pay for their crimes? Should one get a worse punishment for starting the fight? No, they were both involved so unless Regulus had tackled his brother with no cause it would be unfair to punish him differently. But the question that weighed heavier than that of punishment was the question of why?

Was it just petty house rivalries? Or had this particular fight dipped into sibling rivalry? Well Wyatt intended to find out very shortly. "In here," he said pushing the door to his office open and waiting for the boys to enter. He would follow in behind them, and then, the interrogation would begin.

[vesper]

((Sirius is included in this post: ^_^ It was just sorta hard to split it up. You’ll see why when you read it. XD))

Sirius silently walked into the office of the Transfiguration teacher, milling over what his punishment might be. Well, he needn’t worry about a letter home. His mother couldn’t do anything to him. He smirked in a self-satisfied way as he thought the same was not true for his brother. However, all Regulus would have to say is that Sirius started it, and he’d be let off in half an instant. The silver-eyed Gryffindor found himself hoping the punishment was severe in order to make up for what discipline Regulus would not get from their mother, even if it meant he’d suffer the same fate. Sirius was used to detentions. Perfect, little Regulus was not.

He was so lost in his resentful thoughts that he didn’t realize there was someone standing in front of him. Blinking dazedly as he walked into a solid mass, he looked up from the stone floor and stared into a pair of greenish hazel eyes, perfectly level with his own silver irises. Sirius backed up a couple steps in order to take in the rest of the features of this living obstacle. “Sorry,” he said, as his brain registered the face of his Charms teacher.

“A little distracted?” Harwin chuckled, and turned to face the boy. He had been facing at the blackboard when Sirius had run into his shoulder.

Sirius curiously looked at the board, catching the words, ‘Hey Wyatt,’ ‘Skirrow,’ ‘tea,’ ‘hot,’ and ‘pants.’

Harwin’s eyes widened and he quickly ran his hand over the white words on the board, smearing them beyond recognition in a moment. “Advice for a lesson plan,” he explained quickly.

“Oh, of course,” Sirius said, grinning over at his Charms professor. Professor Vesper was horrible at lying. “Maybe I should tell Professor Skirrow you are a fan of her Friday jeans. I don’t blame you, it’s—”

“SO, Wyatt!” Harwin said loudly to the Transfiguration professor, cutting of the rest of his pretentious student’s sentence. “I suppose I’ll come back later... I can see you’re busy right now.”

[brett]

Regulus followed his brother into the Transfiguration classroom letting out a small chuckle as he watched Sirius bump into Professor Vesper. The Charms teacher seemed a bit embarrassed by something as he quickly wiped whatever it was he was writing on the board. Reg had no interest in the out of class affairs of his teaches, as far as he was concerned they didn't have lives outside of teaching. In fact they could completely fade from existence when there was no class to be taught for all he knew or cared. He supposed that really was the case for the ghostly history teacher Professor Binns.

Regulus stood against the stone wall just inside the door, crossing his arms with a look on his face somewhere between bored and just pissed off. He assumed the punishing would be done in the Professors office towards the back of the classroom...or front really depending upon how you defined it. Either way there was no reason to sit at one of the classroom desks since they would just be moving shortly anyway.

Though he was dissappointed he had gotten caught and this would be one of maybe three detention he had gotten in his 5+ years at Hogwarts he wasn't worried. There would be no punishment from his parents, even without him having to lie. Telling the story just as it happened would be enough for them to accept it perhaps even praise him for attacking the families black sheep. As for Professor Godolphin's punishment, he certainly didn't seem the strict type and would probably suggest something stupid like having the brothers hug and pretend that fixed everything. But what else could you expect from a mudblood?

[wyatt]

Wyatt smiled at his friend who had clearly written something not meant to be seen by students. He hadn't been able to make anything out, but the way he cut Sirius off made him let out a small laugh. "That'd be great Harwin," he smiled now rather curious as to what his colleague had been up too. He had caught Sirius' mention of Professor Skirrow which, when combined with Vespers behavior gave the Transfiguration teacher a pretty good guess.

Of course, there would be plenty of time for that later, now he had business to attend to. "I'll stop by your office when I'm done with these two," Wyatt smiled not exactly sure what sort of punishment he would be giving or when he would be finished. "C'mon you two my office is in the back," he instructed making his way to the office using his key to open the door. He sat in an overstuffed leather office chair, with the little wheels so he could roll seamlessly around the office.

In front of him was a desk which was covered in a jumble of papers of various sorts. Even he wasn't sure what was what anymore...he was still getting used to this whole teacher thing. On the other side of the desk were two chairs , also overstuffed black leather, but these had no wheels. Still he thought they were rather comfortable for being in a teachers office. unfortunately these four items were really all the furnishings of the smallish office. Wyatt really hadn't gotten around to decorating too much, but the chairs had set him back quite a bit.

"So, one of you wanna tell me what happened or shall we skip right to punishment?" Wyatt asked addressing the boys thinking he might lower their punishment if he liked there reasoning. There was also the fact that Wyatt wanted to try and solve whatever issue the two boys had, to ensure they wouldn't be back in his office again anytime soon...unless they chose to be.

[vesper]

Harwin nodded, hoping dearly that Sirius had been following Wyatt to the Transfiguration office to ask a question on how to transform a pig into a desk without having it snort occasionally. ‘God knows I have yet to figure that one out...’ he thought to himself. However, realistically, Harwin knew that his student was more likely than not up to some mischief and Wyatt had been fortunate enough to catch Sirius in the act.

He closed the door softly behind him. ‘Well,’ Harwin thought optimistically, ‘at least it mustn’t be too awful, or as Head Gryffindor, I’d have to stick around and help with the punishment. Harwin wrinkled his nose distastefully. He’d always been terrible with punishments. Sirius and his partners in crime, unfortunately, had figured this out a long time ago. It had become a regular occurrence for them to opt to be sent to their Head of House rather than be punished by the teacher actually catching them in the act. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t worry about that this time,’ Harwin chuckled as he contemplated, However, it also seemed that over time they had been receiving less and less punishments overall. ‘Either they’re cleaning up their acts,’ the charms professor mused, ‘or they’ve just gotten better at not getting caught.’ After a moment’s pause, Harwin concluded, “Probably the latter.”

One thing that confused him about this particular occasion, however, was not being escorted alongside Mr. James Potter. To add to his confusion, Sirius was with his brother. Harwin glanced back at the door. He reached towards the knob, but caught sight of the watch on his wrist. “Oh, it’s teatime! The house elves are making truffles for dessert!” Joyfully, he trotted away from his friend’s office and towards the promise of sweet dessert.

[megazostradon]

Back inside the office, Sirius was facing a far less appetizing situation.
The silver-eyed boy flopped back into one of the leather chairs. This wasn’t the first time he had been in Professor Godolphin’s office, he mused as he glanced around the bear room. However, he couldn’t recall at the moment whether the occasion had been of his own volition in a nighttime escapade under a certain invisibility cloak, or if he had gotten in serious enough trouble with the transfiguration professor to merit another visit similar to this one. Either way, he noticed that it hadn’t changed much at all since his last visit. In fact, nothing seemed to be different at all.

Sirius internally sighed at the baited question of the professor. He had been asked similar things before. In his experience, the punishments were lighter after agreeing to ‘discussing’ what had happened. However, the last thing he felt like doing now was speaking to his brother. The Gryffindor boy weighed the pros and cons of the choice. He threw a half-glance towards his brother, looking for some sign of inclination one way or the other from his sibling.

However, he came to a decision on his own. He was irritable right now, and didn’t want to deal with any false apologies that he and his brother would be lead to say. “Let’s have it. I want to know what my punishment is.”

[brett]

With a heavy sigh Regulus pushed away from the wall he had been leaning on and followed Sirius and the Professor into the office. The bare room was a bit disappointing somehow, there was hardly anything there save the furniture. Reg slunk lazily into the comfort of the leather chair, which was admittedly a nice touch. He kept his eyes focused on an arbitrary piece of stone to the left of the professor. Normally this would be the time to compliment the teacher and begin apologizing, saying things simply got out of hand, but he would die before allowing his brother to see him beg a teacher for forgiveness.

Instead Regulus slouched in the chair continuing to look as bored as possible. Regulus cast a glance to his brother to see what his decision would be. Personally, he was still resolved to not talking and just generally pretending he wasn't even here. Reg couldn't really decide if he was surprised or not that Sirius seemed to be on the same page. He assumed his brother was experiencing the same emotions, though he couldn't imagine that he had even an inkling as to how much he hated him right now.

Running a hand through his hair Reg decided to finally break his vow of silence. "Yea, spare us the talk," he said off handedly, barely glancing at the Professor. 'Stupid Mudblood' he thought crossly. The teacher should have just let them have it out, worked out there problems with there fists, go to the hospital wing and be done with it. If anything they should just have a proper duel to settle the dispute...though considering all Reg's bottled anger he would probably end up doing something that would get him into even more trouble.

[megazostradon]

((I'm not sure what to post XD; I think the two of them should be sentenced now.))

[brett]

((haha yea, that's my fault, you not being around often allowed me to convinently put off post as Wyatt))

[wyatt]

Wyatt sighed heavily. So they would rather take a punishment than talk? So be it. "Detention," he said dismissively. Well that was his option wasn't it put the two detention. "I'm sure this won't be the first time for either you," he added sighing as he looked to the boys before fiddling with some papers on his desk, the assignment for his next class to be exact. Wyatt put a slightly annoyed hand to his head. He hated giving detentions, because it meant he would have to stick around and monitor the boys during there punishment, especially given the nature of their crimes.

It was especially painful as he knew the punishment would have little effect on the boys. He supposed he could take them into the forest for some menial task, but the young Mr. Black probably knew the layout of the area better than he did. That and of course it was dangerous for a muggleborn teacher to venture to deep into the forest if the rumors were true. Either way it hardly seemed worth it. Besides he had a different idea.

"You two will sit in my classroom and write 'I will not start fights' as many times as you can in an hour," Wyatt said knowing this was a typical, tedious punishment that neither one would enjoy. But truth be told he really didn't care about there writing, and he didn't even intend to watch the boys for the majority of the punishment. He had wanted to go and see Harwin anyway about whatever it was he had been writing on the board. They didn't want to talk to him fine, but perhaps they would talk to each other...or just kill each, but Wyatt was willing to take his chances.

[megazostradon]

“What?” Sirius couldn’t help the outburst. “Detentions are supposed to be productive.” Writing lines? How boring! Sirius had had plenty of detentions, and not once before had he had to write lines on a blackboard. That was a muggle punishment! He opened his mouth to complain further, but realized it might end up scrubbing toxic slime off of plants in the greenhouse. The Gryffindor boy bit his lip, but couldn’t erase the irritation from his face.

However, in a moment, his scowl faded away. Thoughts exploded in his mind, and he controlled his facial muscles with some difficulty, restraining his smile into a look of indifference. “As many times as we can…?” If that was the only restriction… Well, this could be fun after all.

[brett]

He was kidding right? Writing lines? This was ridiculous. How was that even supposed to help. Of course it actually seemed easier. How hard was it to write? And what was the worse that could happen, a hand cramp? In Regulus eyes the punishment was lenient and really nothing more than a joke. It would of course be an enormous waste of time, but that was generally what detention was supposed to be wasn't it?

The worst part of the punishment actually seemed to be that Regulus would have to carry out the punishment along side his idiot brother. If Sirius weren't such a git none of this would be happening. They could have worked things out reasonably he supposed, but Sirius hadn't exactly been acting reasonably. So what if Reg threw the first punch? Sirius had gotten what he deserved.

Reg still hadn't spoken, he had nothing to say. They had been given a punishment and he would carry it out, but he would do so silently. Once he was finished he would leave and his voice would return to him. Until such a time however, his voice box was locked. He wasn't going to vocalize his displeasure as his brother had. Regulus had always been the strong silent type. He was also smart enough to know that words of protest so often fell on deaf ears.

[wyatt]

"Wrong Mr. Black," Wyatt said calmly correcting Sirius as he spoke out. "Detentions are supposed to be effective, and seeing as 'productive' punishments haven't held mush sway with you, I'd like to try something else," he smirked. He didn't think it was really all that bad a punishment, it would be boring was all. And that was the punishments power. Boring them into submission.

The fact was Wyatt didn't care how many times they wrote the words because it was inconsequential. His goal was still to get the two to mend the broken bond of brotherhood they shared. To do that he would need to make two seemingly opposite brother find common ground. They could start with how tedious and boring that their punishment was an who knew where it could lead from there? "So, lets get started, shall we?" Wyatt asked smiling at his own brilliance.

Wyatt waved his wand and drew a line down the center of the chalk board, and separated the two halves, putting about a foot of space between them. "Write until you reach the bottom of the blackboard, at that point the blackboard will erase and you may start again. As I mentioned there is no set limit, but I fully expect you to continue to write until your time is up," Of course Wyatt knew this would never happen, even if he had intended on staying in the room. "I have some business to attend to with Professor Vesper, but just because I will not be here does not mean you are free to leave. You will both surrender your wands for this punishment and will receive them back at the end. I will lock the door and this," he said Transfiguring a desk into a large phoenix like bird with the swish of his wand. "Will be your guardian," The blue phoenix extended it's wings and fly into the air circling the classroom. "IF you do try to leave the bird will stop you with a stunning spell before you can even open the door," he smirked. The bird had really been developed to circle yards and keep out intruders, but Wyatt found it worked just as well for keeping people in. Relieving the young Mr. Black's of their wands Wyatt disappeared through the door locking it and activating his defense mechanism.

((I know it's kinda power play to say he took the wands, but you can't exactly deny the teachers request, plus I didn't want to have to come up with another post to say that he lest the room ))