shame for you, hugo

Ok, so teachers really shouldn't jab their mouths if they don't have any idea what they're talking about. There was one in particularly that liked to single out students when they answered something incorrectly, and well. Hugo kinda hated it. Being picked on by someone of authority was a cruel fate that is often scarring, and a complete abuse of power. And that's what he told said professor. Quite loudly, in front of the class. While he may or may not have been standing on his chair. It was, perhaps, a bit dramatic, but his heart was in the right place. Not that his mum would really think that. The teacher was obviously less than amused and Hugo was given a parchment with a date and location. Did he deserve it? Nope, and might have said that aloud, also. Woopsies. He huffed a large intake of breath as he trudged down to the dungeons hands at his side and a facial expression that could easily be described as a pout. He was.. well, might have been a few minutes late. But, he was sure he could come up with some excuse if it mattered. A few feet from the door, the brown and red-headed kid skipped up his pace to a run and with a flourish entered the classroom in a long slide, arms out wide- as if he'd been running to get here. He looked for the proctor a crooked smile on his face, easily being in the situation before. But there wasn't one and he grinned. Score- he wouldn't get points off. Glancing at the particularly uninterested faces, Hugo sidled into the nearest open seat. Which happened to be by a read head. Finch-Fletchley. One of the twins. He looked at her and gave her a broad grin. Pointing to his head and then to hers, as though they were suddenly bonded purely by the coincidence of hair color.

Then, as the detention's head came in, Hugo grinned at the twin, "Lovely weather we're having."