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Justin Finch-Fletchley ([info]condign) wrote in [info]riddikulus,
@ 2008-01-05 19:36:00

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September 26, 1997 || Friday
Characters: Justin Finch-Fletchley & Megan Jones - More welcome
Setting: Sep 29, 1997. Friday. 8:30pm. The Armour Gallery
Rating: TBA
Summary: Justin is serving his last detention for Flitwick this week and get's a visitor. More details later.
Progress: In progress

It had been awhile since Justin had served detention. It had been twice that long since Filch was in charge of administering it. And surprise, surprise, he'd been given the job of shining the temperamental suits of armour in the Armour Gallery adjacent to the Trophy Room. Justin didn't know which was worse - the fact that he couldn't use a wand or the fact that the various suits of armour were still charmed with a humanoid enchantment and were rather fidgety.

Needless to say after being smacked in the head various times with metal gloves he wasn't exactly the most chipper detention dunce. If anything by the time he'd reached the fifth suite of armor he was ready to leave – unfortunately he had a good hour and a half left. It was no wonder the lower years were saved for the task of shining the various trinkets in the trophy room. If they were given this job many of them would be knocked unconscious if not killed by blunt trauma to the head.

Justin was in the middle of attempting to shine the helmet of Sir Killingston IV's suite of armour when it decided to poke him forcefully in the chest. In return Justin swatted the hand away and he cursed a rather irritated, "Damnit you piece of shite! Stop it!" The Hufflepuff's loud tone enticed the enchanted armour to forcefully shove the boy off the stepping stool he'd been using to be eye level with the various hunks of junk.

Justin landed with a resounding thud and a pained groan. The feeling of cold stone floor was not something he'd been anticipating. His irritation bordered on anger and it didn't help that his attention was drawn to the feet of someone approaching him who'd obviously been witness to his little....mishap.


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