The down before the bottom -Quinn&&Syloh-

[lycoris faith sunders]

The day had not gone as Lycoris had planned. What had started out as a nice day to fly around and practice some of her skills, had turned into a bucket load of pain. See, the day had started out normal, breakfast, getting dressed, going to grab her broom, but as soon as she entered the pitch it all went down from there. Quinn had been on the pitch, arguments ensued, spells were cast, you get the drift.

So then, from what would be a good day, went to a bad day in all of two seconds. Lyc had tried to not let Quinn get to her, but he had continued to throw insults her way, and even if Lyc didn't like arguments, it couldn't be helped with Quinn. Somehow he had managed to hold a grudge from their younger years all the way to this day, and it drove Lycoris insane. She was not like the rest of her family, as clearly her choice of spells had shown. Instead of summoning Quinn's wand to her, she had gone off in search of it herself. This had obviously been a bad choice, because now not only Quinn had been hurt, but so had Lycoris herself.

Of course, the day didn't end there. No way. The new gameskeeper had happened upon the pitch just as Lycoris had landed, not so gracefully, on the ground, stopping her roll only a foot infront of him. Cori had been thankful that it had been Syloh, having already met him once before. On the other hand, that also meant that there woudl be detentions for the two that night, something about them learning to work together while cleaning up some dismembered bodies in the forest. Sounds awesomly fantastic right? Ya, you got it right.

Anyways, Syloh had made the trip to escort the two students to the Hospital Wing, something about making sure that they actually had their arms fixed instead of just running off. Probably also something to do with making sure the two did not skip out on the detention that was planned. Just what Lycoris would love to do, skip detention to only have her time with Quinn doubled. Ya, that was something to do for sure. "So, what time is this detention due to start?" She asked curiously over her shoulder to the gamekeeper.

((sorry its kinda short compared to the other thread, kinda tired right now and wanted to get it done))

[.syloh montgomery wolfe]

&.In the beginning, Syloh just wanted to have a nice walk, see the sights, and remember old memories at the school and what not. But, he was called away at the glows of spells and caught two sixth years fighting, Quinn Grey and Lycoris Sunders. Cori he had meet before hand, Quinn the gamekeeper was told about by other staff members. And apparently he was still going to get his walk, but to the hospital wing to escort them to make sure they got there.

Well, this had to be the new gamekeeper’s first detention to give. So he had decided they would help him find out what has been going on a killing spree in the forest. But, in order to find what ever it may be, they would have to work together. That was their biggest issue, they fought and bickered, for who knows for how long, and needed to simple solve the problem. Was Syloh expecting them to be friends once they had their detention together? No, these kinds of things take time. Plus you have to add in Quinn’s ego and Lycoris’ slightly impulsive behavior, then this would end up taking several detentions with each other. But Syloh was kind enough to just give them one.

The man, once he entered the room made eye contact with the head nurse and nodded to Lycoris and Quinn. He shifted his gaze back to the students as the Ravenclaw’s word reached him. What time? Well, truthfully, he hadn’t thought of it yet but he had a general idea what times here the best. “I expect to see you and Quinn at my hut around 8:30.” The gamekeeper shot a smirk and continued, “And every 5 minutes one of you is late, I will add 10 minutes to the time we stay out.” Folding his arms over his chest, Syloh leaned his back against the nearest wall. It was a fair mild threat to add in. He didn’t want them to be late and even if just one of them was late he would hold them both back longer.

Past the detenion, the man looked from Cori to Quinn with a wondering glint in his eyes. He hadn’t really got a full story from either of them, which led him to ponder what happened to start this fight and what not. Syloh couldn’t say he wasn’t curious.

Syloh Montgomery Wolfe

[quinn bernard grey]

MR. Q. B. GREY___________

He held his arm tight to his body, unwilling now to show the amounts of pain that the fracture of the limb and girdle was causing him – it would serve no purpose to whimper and complain, he had already been read his punishment so there were no ends there, instead it would only make him appear weak to Lycoris and give a poor opinion of himself to Syloh. He walked rather stiffly as to accommodate his shoulder, intent on loafing near the back of the trio but giving the impression that he usually would have harboured a much faster gait than that which Lycoris was setting. He scuffed his boots along the ground, exaggerating sighs and rolling his eyes at each ample opportunity, having the intention of causing some form of comment to be thrown his way – from either of the other two parties – which he might bite back against in retaliation. They were headed into the Forest regardless, and no doubt would be there for some time anyway; it didn’t seem that there was much more that Syloh could threaten him with, and Quinn was set on making the experience as unpleasant for the judge, jury and executioner as it would be for him.

However, there was the matter of the detention itself. Quinn would have been foolish to not have been worried about the nature of it; after all, he was only a Sixth year student with no experience of tracking, hunting or killing anything, nor did he possess night-vision, nor did he know the intricacies of the Forest at any depth to any great detail. So it seemed only reasonable to him that he be apprehensive about entering into the trees of his own accord in order to find whatever monster was awaiting them. He considered Syloh then – the man was young and bore no scars of prior battles (perhaps this meant that he was good, however Quinn was suspicious that it meant he too was inexperienced) and didn’t seem the dangerous type, just a nicey-nicey-be-everyone’s-friend type of guy. The Slytherin wondered exactly how safe they would be in any confrontation in the Forest, not just with their target but with all the other nastiness that resided within the shadows of the bows.

Entering the hospital wing, Quinn plonked himself down on a vacant bed, regarding Lycoris as she asked her question. “Hmm.” he responded to Syloh’s answer, “How can you know when we’re 5 minutes late if we’re only to be there at around 8:30..? I mean, technically 9 is around 8:30...” He raised his eyebrows, as if the question was of genuine concern to him. He also wondered just how much he could get away with – how many 10 minutes that the Gamekeeper could really add on to the timescale before having to give up on such a threat. He smirked a little at this, plans for how to corrupt the punishment already beginning to formulate in his mind.

The Head Nurse tutted away to herself, shaking her head and fixing both students with savage looks before approaching. “Right then. Who’s fault is all this?” Her question seemed in rhetoric however as she grasped the wrist of Quinn’s injured arm and carefully teased the limb away from his body, scrutinizing eyes running over it before she moved closer to Lycoris.

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: five-five-five.
NOTES:: apologies! didn't see the replies!
MUSIC:: california gurls - katy perry.
TAGGS:: ms. l. f. sunders.

[lycoris faith sunders]

As Syloh was answering Cori plunkered herself down onto another one of the vacant beds, trying to stay as far away from Quinn as possible. So, detention was due to start around 8:30. Boy did she need to tell Syloh about the importance of words later, on a nicer visit to the gameskeeper. She did not want student to walk all over him because of word choices, and seeing as she was a student who would be there 5 minutes early, that was just her, she wanted to be sure that Syloh understood how long he could be waiting for some people. Syloh was too nice for her to think about letting his poor word choice mean anything but 8:30. She nodded her head in response to him, agreeing that 8:30 was also an appropriate time to be heading out, mor elikely to catch whatever they would be after.

Now, Lycoris probably should have been more frightened about ha ving to enter the forest. HOwever, seeing as she had spent quite a bit of time in there, she wasn't too frightened. Then again, she was also still slightly on the high of sending Quinn tumbling down to break his arm, that could very well be interfearing with her rational thinking. She would have never thought that causing someone pain could have been so much fun before that day. Don't get me wrong, she didn't enjoy it to the point of wanting to inflict harm on others, but she did not mind what had happened to Quinn. A smug look crossed her face as she thought back to Quinn tumbling down to the ground, but it quickly turned to a grimmace as she moved her right arm a little bit sub-conciously.

Of course, then Quinn had to add in his remark. HOw could Syloh tell? Obviously Syloh wanted them there at 8:30, again, his word choice was wrong, but that did not give them permission to be late. Quinn's remark also pretty much guarenteed that Lycoris would be stuck out later than she wanted to be out, with someone who she really disliked. What an interesting night this would turn out to be. A slow sigh escaped Cori's lips, trying to contain her temper right then so as to not make this worse for herself. Once she felt calm enough to speak she looked over at Quinn "Who cares if 9 is around to 8:30, I do not wish to be out any later with you than I already have to." As soon as the sentance was finished, Lycoris bit her tongue. Quinn was already getting the better of her, oh the joys. She sighed once more, looking at the nurse as she scurried over to the two injured students.

Again, there goes Cori's record. She did not like the thought of a broken bone, but the pain felt like it was going to be more than a sprain or hairline fracture. Her eyes travelled from the nurse, to Quinn's expression, to Syloh, and then back to the nurse. Of course she would want to k now what had happened between the two. The question was how quickly could Cori say what had happened, without Quinn or Syloh saying anything different? Cori couldn't lie and say that they had j ust fallen down, not with Syloh standing right there. But then again, she did not exactly want to admit fully to the extent of what had happened. Cori aslo did not want to play the bad guy card and blame Quinn for what had happened. Sure, her arm was his fault, but she did not think it wise to play the blame game. Another sm ug looked crossed Cori's face as the nurse chose Quinn as her first victim. That meant he had to endure the pain of getting healed first. However, it seemed short lived as the nurse finished her examination on Quinn to come of to Cori. Lycoris took slow breathes as the nurse pulled her arm this way and that, trying to calm the pain before it showed on her face. She would not give Quinn that glory, not today. Her lips were held tight, not even responding to the nurses question about who was at fault, Cori's mind thought that best here.

[.syloh montgomery wolfe]

&.Syloh smirked at the two students, but when Quinn was brave enough to shot his moment down, the gamekeeper’s jaw tightened. He could take the boy describing a flaw in his timing but he still didn’t like them. And for the both of them, his response wasn’t going to thrill them. But before he could give his revised statement, Lycoris added her thoughts as to the subject. She apparently was okay with it, and now Syloh was going to hate to have to be more strict on the time rules on her, but Quinn’s words were still annoying him.

Clearing his throat the gamekeeper turned to Lycoris and with a small smile and shake of his head he spoke. “I hate to have to do this now but,” He shifted his eyes to look right at the Slytherian’s eyes and didn’t let his eyes waver or soften on the boy. “But Mr. Grey here pointed out my mistake, so in order to clear that up I want both of you to be at my hut exactly at 8:00 and every minute any one of you is late, I will add 20 minutes to the time we are out.” The man let his eyes wander from Quinn to the Ravenclaw and then back again. With a grin, Syloh eased his stance and relaxed his jaw and asked a rhetorical question. “Better now Mr. Grey? That was clear enough for you wasn’t it?” Syloh gave a short nod and didn’t even wait for a reply on the boy’s part. “Good, glad you agree.” The gamekeeper’s gaze went to Lycoris and held a hint of an apology in them. She certainly wasn’t going to be happy with him and the new time arrangements. But, she had Quinn to thank for that. The Slytherian, as far as the man could tell, wasn’t going to be overjoyed either.

He heard the nurse’s question, granted she did really need an answer and neither of the students were being helpful, Syloh felt obliged to answer her. With a shrug the gamekeeper began his reply, his eyes watching her check both Lycoris and Quinn’s arms. “Both.” It was simple, he was going to give a slightly explanation in a second but he needed the short time to come up with something. “They were having a small…quarrel…on the pitch and things lead to another and ‘zap’.” Syloh flicked out his wand and waved it in the air at the last part of his sentence. He chuckled lowly and put his wand back into his sleeve and noticed the Head Nurse nod in realization and sigh. She must get a few cases similar to this one now and then. Syloh looked at the two students in front of him, waiting to hear if they had anything to add.

Syloh Montgomery Wolfe

[quinn bernard grey]

MR. Q. B. GREY___________

Quinn didn’t like that look on Syloh’s face, an expression which spoke of a certain arrogance that he had the upper hand in the situation – whether misplaced confidence or not, it seemed too early for the Slytherin to determine (he supposed he would see the true degree to which the Gamekeeper was justified later during the detention). He wondered if it was because the man, whilst a member of staff still, was not a teacher as such; perhaps he thought that he could be more chummy with the students as they wouldn’t see him as so much of a figure of authority, more “one of them” and “cool”. The Slytherin internalized a laugh at this, it was always comical when people overshot the boundaries and made attempts at things that would never come to fruition in any worthwhile manner.

He glanced to the Ravenclaw as she spoke, expression blank against her retort before he spoke, “Aw, and I had a lovely evening all planned out for the three of us – then you go and say something like that. I’m beginning to think that you don’t love me Cori...” a look of hurt deigned his face then, uninjured hand placed across his heart as if it too pained him; his look quickly reverting to one of disdain and mockery however within a few seconds. His steely eyes flicked across to Syloh then, fixing the Gamekeeper with a look that challenged him to comment on the matter – whilst he was sure that the sarcasm of his words would be fully registered, he pondered to what degree the member of staff would snap back with, if he would at all. Quinn sneered as Syloh adjusted his phrasing, and also seemed to have found it necessary to increase his stipulations for some reason, and imposed his exact meaning upon both students. There would have been little point in arguing as he was asked if he understood, “Crystal.” His tone remained haughty however, he had no intention of making it even appear that things would be easy during the task. Syloh didn’t seem to care however as he cut across the reply, the Slytherin responding with a roll of his eyes.

The head nurse bustled around collecting various potions and poultices from around the ward, muttering instructions to a second nurse who had joined her and was likewise collecting supplies to treat the patients. At Syloh’s reply, she tutted loudly, shaking her head in disapproving manner and responding more to herself than to any of the trio who had recently entered from the pitches, “Och, I don’t know! The students here seem to exist just to make my job a little more difficult... Madness, arguing over who stole whose scarf or the Quidditch scores or...” Another exasperated sigh escaped her lips, the second nurse withholding her giggles and offering a furtive look to the sources of her superior’s frustrations. Reapproaching the beds, the head nurse set down the bundles she was carrying next to Lycoris, the junior nurse advancing towards Quinn – something he couldn’t help but feel slightly happier about, both her looks and seeming personality were significantly better (although healing experience was obviously less).

Quinn winced noticeably as his arm was manipulated straight at the elbow and bent again before being raised a little to test his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s what hurts...” he commented with a grunt, although his tone was much more pleasant than it had been at any prior time in the conversation that day. “Right.” she smiled apologetically with a short nod, “I don’t think Episky will fix a complex break in the joint... It’ll need immobilized and have, uh...” she searched through the small pile of supplies, producing a small green tub and offering it to Quinn, “this applied to it thrice daily.” She offered him a smile before looking over to the other nurse, who nodded her affirmation.

The Slytherin, deciding to take advantage of the slight naivety of the younger nurse, threw a concerned look onto his face an into his tone, “So I’ll need to rest it right? Not do anything too demanding or challenging?” He gave a meaningful look to Syloh before flicking his gaze back towards the nurse. “Rest would certainly be best for it, yes. Don’t go using that arm for a while, especially for any more duels!” A smile came to his face at her words, “So I guess battling monsters is out?” She laughed at his words, tone implying that this was a joke, “I suppose it would be yes.” Quinn turned his head to look directly at Syloh then, mirth still lingering on his expression and eyebrows raised.

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: seven-seven-seven.
NOTES:: >.<!
MUSIC:: she sells sanctuary - blue oyster cult.
TAGGS:: ms. l. f. sunders.