Professor Anton Popova waved around his wand causing the desk in the room to stack up against the walls making a opening in the center of the room. Another quick wave and a blue wrestling mat rolled across the floor of the room. Popova spends the next couple of minutes moving free weights, a salmon ladder, and other working out materials into the room. Popova had a different point of view of what detention should be. Instead of just sitting down writing the same sentence over and over again or writing a paper, Anton thought giving them the option to work out some of their physical problems instead. Checking on his watch, Popova notice he had some time before detention began.

Professor Popova walked into his office. Snowball, his pet Russian mountain dog, turned his head towards Anton and puff then the dog let out a huff. Snowball went back to sleep after receiving a few pets from his master. Popova changed into his gym clothing and went back into the classroom. Anton had just enough time to get a quick work out in before detention started. He went through his normal routine with free weights, hitting a wooden dummy, and he was midway through his Salmon Ladder pull ups when the classroom door open. "Give me a second to finish this and I will be right with you," as he jumped up to the next level of the ladder.

Daniel Mathias Ward had detention. That was no surprise, however, tonight he was more irritated about it. He was supposed to have a date tonight but no he had to cancel because the professor thought he was "disrupting class." With a sigh, the seventh year Gryffindor made his way to the sixth floor. He hated the class. It was boring, Daniel didn't care much for muggle studies. He didn't even want to take the class. His parents talked him into it. They said it would look if he showed interest in different subjects. What the fuck did that matter? He was drafted into the army early. Daniel knew muggle studies wouldn't be much used to him there. Typically, he slept in class but today he was more interested in chatting with Ashton, who was supposed to be his date tonight. The boy briefly wondered who else would be in detention tonight. Part of him hoped it was Maverick Darkwood. After their fight the other day, Daniel went out of his way to bug the shit out of Mav. It was so much fun. Evenly matched in most things, the two had been rivals from the very beginning. Only when they got older did it become more of a problem. Then again, it didn't help that Daniel was also dating Maverick's younger sister. Yup, he was dating Sarina, but had a date with Ashton. She wanted an open relationship. He just wanted a relationship with her so he took what he could get. 


He waited a few minutes outside the door, Daniel was never on time to anything. Opening it up, he saw the professor working out. Weirdo, he thought as he watched before loudly dropping his stuff on one of the desks. He didn't care too much for the Russian teacher. Then again, it was probably just because he didn't care for the subject. "Can we get this over with, teach? I have places I have to be," there was a mocking undertone in his voice. Daniel hated authority figures. Especially ones that gave him detention. 

Anton Popova made it to the top of the ladder when Daniel asked him if they could hurry up and start detention. Popova did a quick motion with his arms and did a fifteen foot drop to the ground which turned into a backwards roll. Popova looked at Daniel and shook his head. Kids these days have no patience he thought. Daniel should have been happy that Popova gave him detention more often with how much he slept in his class. I mean, this was his class. Popova tried everything to engage kids from talking about electricity to war and comic books to weapons. The only thing he didn't talk about He did activities and games. And Daniel had the nerve to sleep in his class. Anton Popova was not a sadistic type of person to enjoy torturing someone, but he was going to enjoy this. Now where in the world was that other kid who was suppose to be showing up to detention as well.

Anton put the metal bar against the salmon ladder, so if someone else decided to try it out they could. Professor Popova walked over to where Daniel was and looked down onto him for about a minute before letting out a puff of air. "Alright, since your jail mate is late," he said and started to walk away, "Ve vill start early for your time. You have two options. Sit down in a desk and vrite 'I vill not sleep, nor vill I talk to voman in Professor Popova's class' for six hours. Or you can excise for a couple of hours, till i think you learned your lesson. Either way at the end of this detention, you vill be too sore to do anything. I vouldn't vorry about vhat you have to do after this." Popova let a wolfish grin cross his face as he sat down on his desk. Snowball came out of Popova's office at this point and the 'Russian Bear Beast' sat down next to Popova, so he could pet the fluffball of a dog.

Muggle Studies was just like Divination, but worse. Go into the class for an easy A, come out hating it and causing trouble instead. Muggle Studies, he knew he could easily pass. He had grown up non-magical for the first eleven years of l his life. He had tried Divination third year, couldn't stand it. The only other option, besides his stable Care of Magical Creatures, was Muggle Studies. Ancient Runes and Arithmancy were off the table as soon as he had heard their names. So, for fourth year, and this year, he was stuck with newbie Professor Popova. Some Russian dude with a dog. His detentions were interesting to say the least, he had been in and out of them all of last year. Miraculously, this was only his first of this school year, but hey, they were only a month or so in.

Edmund glanced at his watch. Oh, he was late. Bummer. He slid his sheet music into his bag and stood up from the piano bench. His music room was a bit of a ways down from the class room, so all he had to do was walk in a straight line, really. He opened the door and shut it behind him, muttering the counter spell to the Muffliato Charm. And to detention he went. Time for... whatever workout he had planned for them. In all honesty, Ed could kind of see it as a good thing. Strengthened him up for swimming, flying, and sling shot shooting. Hurt? In the beginning, hell yes, but now, he had started getting used to it. Sometimes he still couldn't move a day or so after, but being the masochist he was, he could even say it was semi enjoyable.

He stood outside the door and then opened it. Ah, Ward. Looks like he had company during this detention. And then sat Popova, behind his desk and stroking his dog. "Popova. Ward," he said curtly, also unceremoniously placing his bag on a table. Detention. Used to it. Annoying authority figures. Not used to it. All he could do was give them a hard time about it, which lead to more detentions. Ah, such a vicious cycle.

OOC: HAHA ED CRASHING
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"I'll take exervise for one, Alevx," he said in the most outrageous Russian accent possible. It would probably get him more of the professor's wrath, but Daniel didn't care. He couldn't stand the guy. Arms crossing, he unbuttoned his shirt. There was no way in hell he was exercising in his school shirt. It was too restricting. Pulling it off, he stretched his well toned arms above his head. Did Popova really think he couldn't handle a work out? He was a Quidditch player and fitness junkie. Working out several times a week had left him prepared for just about any type of work out. Except maybe yoga, he did that once after losing a bet to Paige Lucas and ended up almost spraining something. No one should be able to twist into those positions. No one. She just wasn't human. Hearing the door open, the seventh year looked around. "Simonsssss" he said with an excited hiss. "This is gonna be so much fun." It was extremely hard for anyone to get Daniel down from his goofy state, detention definitely wasn't going to. "How's the second best beater on the Gryffindor team?" He loved annoying his youngest teammate. As did everyone else on the team, except for maybe Masons. Masons was weird. Grinning, Daniel glanced over at the professor. "What we doing first, Popova?"

Popova stood in the room listening to the fake russian accent that Daniel just used. Anton thought that his ears were bleeding for a second. Daniel was clearly trying to piss him off and do something that would make him get angry. Anton Popova would hate to break it to Ward, but he was expecting the trouble maker to try something like this and planned ahead. The professor started busting out in a giggle that rolled strait into a roar of laughter. Anton pointed towards Daniel before speaking in between fits of laughter, "Oh..that is... great... Five points for Gryfindor," stopping himself to wipe away a tear, "I vould have never thought that you would purposefully get yourself in detention, so that you could quote the comic book I self published ten years ago. You be surprise how many students fail to get the five extra points on their final for doing a comic book, movie, or play quote by the end of the semester in a situation that makes it relevant." Popova stood back up strait, "I only vished you vould have done a different quote from the comic to do, so you vouldn't have to do detention." The Professor did not completely lie. He did self publish a comic book, but it was in Russian.

Popova just got speaking when Ed walked into the room. Perfect timing to keep Daniel to come back at Anton. Professor Popova nodded to Ed as he mention his name. Giving Daniel ample time to get out of his shirt and the students time to talk, or in Eds case to mono-syllable sentence. "Vell, if you want Vard, there are some clean gym clothes in that cabinet there if you vant," Popova pointed towards the corner of the room. The gym clothes had black and white vertical stripes going up on them to look like an old prison outfit. Continuing on from his privious statement, "You two vill begin vith an exercise call happy chairs. Bend your knees as if you vere sitting down in a chair and hold. Keep your thighs parallel to the floor and your arms out and parallel to your thighs. Vhen you start, I vill flip one twenty minute timer per individual. They are magical and count backwards if you fall or stand up properly. That is until you assume the position once again. They add a minute every time you talk as vell. Once the timer is finish, you vill answer the question I ask you two at the start. If I do not believe your answer or your answer is incorrect, then I vill flip a five minute timer and you vill give me another answer at the end of that timer. Repeat till you get it."

The Professor went behind his desk and sit down waiting for the kids to get started. Happy chairs wasn't a kind exercise. It doesn't matter how fit you are or in how good of shape you are in. Twenty minutes was borderline torture if you could do it. Anton did not expect either of them to make it to the twenty minute mark and would give them the chance to start answering the question after both of them fell over once.

Edmund stood there with a stony face as Ward tried out a Russian accent, followed by Popova's amusement. His fellow beater was usually in this sort of giddy mood. To an extent, Ward reminded him of Ryan, but their senses of humor pulled in opposite directions. Edmund wasn't much of the "let's crack jokes to annoy the teacher" type. Heck, if he didn't know you or like you, he didn't seem the type to like talking at all. He more or less made monotone, less than five words snarks. Or just stayed silent. Say something snarky or don't say anything at all. Say something worth his breath or don't say anything at all. Cut the crap, either say something for his benefit or punishment or keep his mouth shut. At least among professors and annoyances. "Spectacular," Edmund scoffed as Ward asked he was doing. No different than how they usually were. Being the youngest on the team (and from just being Ed), Edmund was used to getting annoyed by other people. Sometimes he'd even rib back for certain people. Okay, maybe he was a bit less cold towards his team mates than the rest of Gryffindor and the rest of the population (excluding a few people), but being in detection kinda flipped a switch.

Happy chairs? This was a new one, and Ed did enjoy challenges, no matter how much they hurt. That's when he realized: this was akin to holding squats, holding a second position parallel pile in jazz, or two pointing in horseback riding. He probably should've payed more attention in his sister's dancing techniques. Five minutes, okay. Twenty? This'd be interesting. Add a minute for talking? HA he knew where he wasn't getting added time! As if Ed had anything to say to them. Ah well. The conditions seemed fair enough. Sooner he started, sooner they'd get sore and eventually leave. That, and no, he wasn't wearing a prison suit. Ward could go looking like a convict if he wanted. Instead Edmund gave his eyes a slight roll and got into the position. Twenty minutes to go.

OOC: Lol, Ed's not the talkative this time around (except if he's comfortable with you) xD
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