Dirty deed for a dirty doing!

It was seven O'Clock as Leslie walked down to the trophy room to serve her detention for getting caught out passed curfew. Leslie had been out late a couple of time, but she nevered gotten caught until now. Sighing to herself she entered the trophy room as she seen a bucket of cleaning supplies before her. She knew what she had to do, and she knew that it was going to be probably midnight by the time she gotten finished cleaning and polishing all the trophies. Grabbing a rag she started cleaning the trophies wrinkling her nose at the smell of the cleaner.

If this was punishmnet for staying out pass curfew Leslie would sure hate to see what it was if they flooded the bathroom on the second floor. Leslie chuckled at the thought of that for it sounded funny. She heard of a couple of students before her doing it, like her friend Sophia and her friends. Although Sophia told her to never do it for she gotten detention for a month in the forest and lost 50 points from Gryffindor. Leslie took Sophia words for she didn't want to go to the forest but it did sound like fun though.

Alot of things looked fun but there was always a something you gotten in trouble for doing it at the end. Leslie wondered if there was any other students serving detention besides her but she had a feeling there was. There were worse troublemakers out there then she was that was for sure. Leslie thought it could be worse, at lease she didn't have to clean the hospital wing beds. Shivering at the thought of it she went to the next trophy that was on the shelf along with other many trophies and awards.

WHY does everyone think that I did that? It wasn't my fault I had my wand out at the exact moment that girls hair caught on fire! Ohh, someone to keep me company! Jack was officially serving his detention the moment he stepped into the trophy room. He caught site of the girl, fellow troublemaker, he assumed. Unless of course she was one of those snooty teachers pets that just wanted to kiss the school keepers butt and help around. He hated those people. He looked around, and realized not teachers were there. He grinned.

Jack thought his punishment would be a lot worse than this, maybe having to give Moaning Myrtle therapy or something horrendous like that. Jack figured everyone had gotten used to the fact that he just wouldn't change, so they toned down his punishments harshness. He grinned before walking to the bucket, and grabbing a brush, he began to walk to a trophy in the far corner, and started cleaning it. No sense it being lazy about it, or else he would never get to sleep.

Leslie heard footsteps coming down the hall coming towards the trophy room she figured it was a fellow troublemaker reporting to detention like she did. Persuming she was right as the boy grabbed a scrub and started doing the trophies in the far corner. Leslie didn't know why they gave her detention it wasn't like she was out that late! But the Headmistress saw her going to Gryffindor Common room and gave her a detention for a week! At lease it wasn't anything that bad, at lease she didn't have to go out into the forest and pick up uniconr poop or something.

Shivering at the thought of it she started cleaning the quittch cup that was won by Gryffindor a few years ago. "So what did they get you for?"Leslie asked the boy softly as she went to the bucket once again and got a bottle of wax and a sponge. "They got me for staying out pass curfew and I wasn't even but a few minutes late!"said Leslie. One thing she knew for sure, was Hogwarts was strict on the rules and finding trouble around the school. Leslie had a feeling she was going to get more detentions as the year went by so might as well get used to it.

"Past curfew? Man, they're harsher on you than they were on me. I set a classmates hair on fire."

Jack said, not looking back at her. He said it nonchalantly, as if he had done it loads of times, and it was nothing new. He of course, had done it before, just not in this context. He spun around on his soles, the crouching doing them no good, as he stood up straight, and began walking to the bucket. He crouched back down and took a rag set for clearing the surfaces of any dust.

"Just watch, the punishments get worse as they go on."

He groaned, spinning around, while straightening his legs out, so he moved 180 degrees while getting up to stand. He grinned and continued walking down, choosing the same trophy to work with. He sighed, looking at his reflection in the trophy.

"What do they call you?"