Minos & Frankie's Detention Thread

[Minos Montague]

-November 2019

Minos spun around in the professors rolling chair out of boredom. Frankie Macmillan (he learned the boys last name) was about two minutes late for detention. It wasn't a lot and he wouldn't have minded but this was Frankie, the little shit who complained about him giving out unfair detentions. He was to a point right but Minos didn't care about his point. Minos did what he wanted. But his was totally called for. Last time he was complaining about his little sister but now he was caught after hours with some girl. She was hot and if Minos didn't hate the guy he would have congratulated him on a fine catch since they had been snogging, or so he assumed.

They haven't ever been so civil with each other. So the possibility of anything but fighting and shouts and insults was not likely. Practically impossible. He continued thinking about the fights they'd have what he'd imagine Frankie would say and how Minos would respond. But Minos was looking forward the surprise on Frankie's face when he saw who was watching over the detention. They'd told him to go to the History of Magic classroom for detention. Minos assumed the professor would look over it and he thought Frankie would too. He had to supervise the last punishment Frankie had and he had to do this one two.

He froze momentarily when he heard a door open. He gave the chair's large back to the door so he wouldn't see him. He didn't move. He would though as soon as Frankie said something.

[Frankie Macmillan]

"Sorry I'm late, Professor. I got caught up doing Transfiguration homework in the library and I know that's know excuse so feel free to add five minutes extra to my detention. I'm really sorry, Professor..." Frankie was out of breath and due to the fact that the back of the Professor's chair was facing him, he wasn't quite sure whether to address the person as 'ma'am' or 'sir' or whatever their last name was. He tried to catch his breath as he took his seat behind the table at the front and put his bag down on the floor beside his feet.

He'd only had detention twice before and that was in first year because he and Gavi had a particularly grumpy Potions Professor and they'd managed to accidentally blow up both a cauldron and a desk which would have been completely repairable if it hadn't laid on the floor in splinters. And the second detention he'd ever had was a week long and with the fifth year Slytherin Prefect, Minos fucking Montague, who annoyed the hell out of him the entire time... and still managed to be hot while doing it.

((OOC: Haha, love it! Just a quick question though: is this his first week detention with Minos or the one a few days after where they ended up snogging? Thanks! )

[Minos Montague]

"You know, I think I'll keep you an extra ten minutes, if you don't mind, which you don't. I know you want to get back to your girlfriend but I'm sure she can understand," Minos said smoothly. He spun the chair around and lifted his feet and placed them on the large wooden desk. He got a good look at Frankie. He did look winded so he probably was doing transfiguration homework. Minos had used that excuse before, but most of the time it wasn't true. But people believed him because transfig was a bitch of a class.

"You get in detention a lot," he commented. He shook his head and gave out a few tsk tsk's. "I mean, after our week long detention, you'd think anyone would have had enough of me but it's like this is your only way to see me. It's getting quite pathetic really. I'm beginning to think you have a crush on me. What will your girlfriend say when she finds out? I mean I'll volunteer to tell her if you're to much of a coward..." Minos continued on talking about Frankie and his 'infatuation' with getting detention. If it kept him from doing the actual detention Minos was fine with it. Because writing lines can only be so fun.

((OOC: okie dokie. i fixed my first post a bit i hope it's better at least))

[Frankie Macmillan]

Frankie had been in the middle of pulling out ink and parchment when the chair finally spun around and as soon as he saw it was Minos, looking actually really really really delectable, he felt immediately flustered though that didn't stop him from opening his big mouth. "I... but... I was only a minute or two late and I ran the whole way here from the library!" he objected indignantly. "I've got detention for the whole week anyways. What's two minutes going to matter?"

"Twice doesn't equal a lot," he was quick to retort, only infuriated by the disapproving sounds Minos was making. His cheeks coloured upon the crush on Minos remark. He didn't have a crush on him. Sure, he was very much attracted to the way he looked but his personality was dreadful and Frankie prayed to Merlin that he didn't go for those types of guys. The type that were... well, Minos.

He groaned loudly. "She's not my girlfriend, she's my best friend," he informed Minos with a roll of his eyes. "The Head Boy is just presumptious. And I'm not a coward. Okay? I'm a Gryffindor. That doesn't make me a coward in the slightest."

((OOC: It's all cool bananas! )

[Minos Montague]

Minos grew a satisfied grin seeing the surprised look on his face. And he was trying to make out words was quite pleasing too with those supple lips of his. Minos cursed at himself for thinking that to himself. Enemies were enemies, that's it. He gave out a groan. "Fine, be a bitch about it. You're getting five since you HAD volunteered oh so nicely about it before." Before you found out it was me. "And you better not be late for any of those either," he said, but it sounded more of an order then anything.

Frankie had just walked in and they were already fighting. Their relationship was destructive and he felt sorry (not really) to whoever would get caught in the cross fire of any of their fights. "Well, it's two more then I'll ever have,"he said in one of those condescending voices. He looked at Frankie's face. "You look like a tomato. Has your anger gotten the better of you already? It's only been like 3 minutes since you walked in."

"So you snog your best friend after hours? That's risky. Bad shit can happen from that, y'know. And don't roll your eyes at me. I hate it." It was one of Minos' pet peeves about people, actually. "Well, you could have fooled me. And the Head Boy was perfectly right to presume what he thought was going on. You and a girl were caught after hours. What else would you two being doing? Studying in the library, doubt it."

[Frankie Macmillan]

Frankie gritted his teeth at the insult. Bitch. He really heard that word too often for his liking. Ever since Christian fricking Laurent had decided that he was pretty much a 'fairy' now because he apparently caught him staring at Caspian Fleming in the Great Hall. Fucking wanker. "Fine. Five it is then... and it's not my fault I was late. I really was studying," he muttered, running his fingers through his messy hair. He still hadn't gotten the desperately needed haircut since last time he and Minos had detention together. He snorted dismissively. "Or what? You'll spank me?" Aaaand the words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He already felt himself wincing and wanting to bang his head against the table.

"That's a shame. Detentions are just so exciting. Especially when you get a power-abusive dickhead for a supervisor while you write the line 'I will not sneak out after hours' about three hundred times," he remarked dryly, already starting to dip the end of his quill into the pot of ink next to him. "I do not! It's just... hot in here." It was November and near freezing. "I get hot really easily. Too many layers. Scottish blood." He rattled off a number of unrealistic excuses for the flush in his cheeks, none even close to the real reason at all.

"I don't snog my best friend!" he objected, perhaps too loudly. He repeated his words a little more softly before rolling his eyes just to spite the other guy. Yeah, Frankie, real mature. "Don't tell me what to do. I can roll my eyes if I want to. In fact, last time I checked, rolling your eyes wasn't a crime. I might do it around you more often." He pulled a face at Minos. "I sincerely doubt that I'd be snogging Gavi after hours... and matter of fact, she was watching my new moves on the Quidditch pitch and we must have lost track of time because by the time we actually got to the Gryffindor tower, it was about half an hour after curfew. We weren't snogging."

[Minos Montague]

Minos let out an ugly snort. "So who's fault is it then? The Homework told you be late for detention? The Professor who assigned the homework? It's your fault you have detention in the first place. Deal with it. Fuck." He paused and slowly processed what Frankie said. "Spank," he repeated. He cleared his throat. "Only you would think of that. No I'll just tell the professors and you're going to get another detention." Gave out a bark of laughter. "Spank. Who do you think I am? You're mother?"

"Oh haha. You're so fucking hilarious," Minos said dryly. "Detentions are better when you're not actually the one getting the detention. You should actually be writing 'I will not snog my best friend in the halls.' but the professors didn't like that very much." He said a little distracted as he looked through his book bag for his own homework. Might as well finish it now but he doubted he'd get much done with 'chatty kathy' here with him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Frankie. "I'm wearing a long sleeve and a jumper and it's still cool. Maybe you're just abnormal," he said condescendingly and continued with his own work.

"Then she's free," he teased, hopping Frankie will get riled up. "I still don't think you understand what a prefect is. We're like mini Head Boys and Girls. And generally when they tell someone to do something they usually do it." And of course Frankie rolled his eyes at him again. Arse "You know what you do 'more often around me' instead of rolling your eyes. Stop talking. It'll be better for both of us. Mostly me."

"Well I don't know what you do with Gavi? Is that what you told the Head Boy as well? It sounds almost believable. Except the part of being on the quidditch team and having new 'moves'. I would have seen you at some point at a game. Or you're probably always an alternate or something." He was losing focus in his conversation with Frankie. He wasn't even getting that angry anymore. And it was getting pretty boring, to be honest.

[Frankie Macmillan]

"Fine! It's my fault for being a dedicated student and wanting to succeed in class," Frankie shot back, barely refraining from rolling his eyes. What a dickhead. His hands clenched underneath the table, just barely stopping himself from hitting the other guy. He shook his head at the table in disbelief before raising his chin defiantly. "Well, you're definitely feminine enough to pass for a woman. No denying that..."

He groaned out loudly, dragging his fingers through his hair again. "I wasn't fucking snogging my best friend in the corridors for Merlin's sake," he objected, looking more than a little frustrated again. He glanced at the bag Minos was rifling through, noting it looked expensive. Of course he was sodding rich. "Who's to say what's normal and what's not? You're certainly no authority on it. You go around fucking girl's and guy's in broom closets, I'll bet. Ask my gran and I'll bet you five knuts that she'd call you abnormal. Probably an abomination as well."

"Free for anybody but you. She actually has standards and I'm not an idiot. I know what a Prefect is. I just don't particularly respect you - not you as in all Prefects, by the way, just you. I think you've pretty much got the gist of why by now," he informed him with a small shrug. He rolled his eyes a couple more times just to spite the arse. "I've read the Hogwarts handbook and there's no rule against talking unless you're in lessons with Professors... and last time I checked, this was detention not a lesson and you're not a Professor."

"Actually, I play beater... and our captain is probably the best captain that Hogwart has seen in a century, thank you very much," he said with a small scoff as he started to write the prescribed lines. Best to get started and get the hell out of here. "I bet you don't even play sport. You're probably not talented enough to get on any teams."

[Minos Montague]

Minos grimaced at the sarcasm. “It’s your fault for not keeping track of the time. You could have been doing whatever else. I don’t really care if it was homework. That doesn’t change the fact that you were late. For fuck sakes. Just get here on time.” He was channeling his professors at that moments, who didn’t care if you woke up late or had a slight headache. Frankie shouldn’t get off so easy either. “Is that your way at coming back at me? ‘Well you look like a girl.’ How very mature of you.”

“Oh, sure. Of course not,” he agreed with him but Minos didn’t really care at this point what Frankie said to defend himself. “Do you really have to fight everything I say? Do you do this with girls too? I’m sure they looove that. Everyone has an opinion. Mine is, that I think your weird. It’s not right or wrong. Those are just my thoughts. And I’ll give you five knuts, hell I’ll give you 10 galleons if you just shut up about what you or your family thinks of me. I really don‘t care. I can snog who I like. There‘s nothing wrong with it.”

“Well, we’ll just see about that won’t we,” he suggested. “And you could have fooled me,” he muttered. “You really sure have to get over your hatred for me. I’m a prefect first, to you anyway. You can think whatever you want about me to yourself but I’m not just another student you can call a dickhead.” Minos clenched his jaw, grinded his teeth together and tried to prevent himself from throwing a curse at Frankie. “But I don’t want to talk to you! I didn’t want to supervise this stupid detention. You’re a big pain in my arse. So unless you like being an annoying prick, stop talking.

He looked up at Frankie. “Maybe, but what good is a great captain if the rest of the team is shit,” he questioned a little too condescendingly. He looked back down at his homework and continued filling in his arithmancy chart. “You don’t know anything about me,” he said loudly. “Much less what I’m talented at.”

[Frankie Macmillan]

If it were anybody else, Frankie would have just given in about two minutes ago. Apologised. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn't somebody else. It was the same annoying pain in his arse he'd had all week. Yet, he was going to admit defeat. Just for the sake of getting him to stop acting like a sodding Professor.

"Fine, I sincerely apologise for all my late-comings and I will absolutely keep my eye on the time and not do homework if it prevents me from getting to detention on time," he said, only half-heartedly and absolutely trying to keep any sense of sarcasm out of his words. He shrugged. "Still got to you otherwise you wouldn't be replying."

"I don't particularly care what girl's think of me. I thought we established this in our first meeting? Me... happy... with... hand," he said, shooting back Minos' condescending tone. As he took in Minos' words - there's nothing wrong with it - he immediately shut up. He stayed completely silent for a moment, staring at his knees before he looked up with a completely nerve-wrecked expression on his face. "What... what's it like... I mean... you snog guys, right? What's it... y'know... like?"

"On the contrary, you're pretty much the only student I call a dickhead besides Dianna Grey and Christian Laurent," he informed him as though this was something Minos actually needed to know. For some unknown reason, a flash of hurt hit him and he was quiet again. "Right... sorry. I thought you..." Liked arguing with me. "Never mind."

But Minos kept replying to his questions and he was a lot less spirited than before, lazily writing the lines for his detention. "Yeah? What are you talented at?" His words weren't vicious, more curious. More like he wanted to know the other guy who could probably see right through him. He wondered whether bisexuals or pansexuals or whatever-the-hell sexuality this guy was had gaydar too. He didn't which was pretty unfair. Maybe then he'd actually have a chance of knowing which guys were safe to flirt with at Hogwarts.

[Minos Montague]

Minos sighed but nodded his head. It was the best apology he was ever going to get from Frankie. “Fine, thank you. That’s all I ask.” It wasn’t full of sarcasm which made the acceptance more genuine then a shot of sarcasm back at the Gryffindor. “Well, I’m most certainly not going to give you the satisfaction of thinking you actually hurt my feelings if I stayed quiet,” he retorted.

“Oh yes, now I remember. Thank you for reminding me. So how is your wank hand? I heard this horror story of a man who only did it with his right hand and ended up with about ten more pounds of muscle in his right arm then his left. He was a laughing stock apparently,” he said lightly, trying to tease Frankie. He stuck his quill in the jar of ink and looked up at Frankie. “Well, here I thought you’d be all hot and bothered talking about homosexual acts because of our first conversation we had,” he said curiously.

“I don’t know if I should feel honored that I’m so special or if I should feel pissed that you put me in the same rank as those idiots,” he said gruffly, back to working on his own homework. He didn’t respond to the apology. He ignored the soft tone and imagined it with rash and harsh tones, it was better to picture it like that.

Minos didn’t know at the time when the arguing had stopped and an actual conversation started. “Well, I’m not completely useless on a broom, y’know. I flew with my friend when we were younger. But I’m not great at teams so I figured I’d stick to academics. Which is my strong point, by the way. I didn’t get to be prefect because of my dashing good looks, but it did help, I think.” Of course when it came to himself, Minos couldn’t stop but he did at that moment when he realized he was talking to Frankie. “And I hear I’m an ace in the sack,” he said grinning like a fool. “How’s your virginity? Still in pristine condition, I hope. I promised it to a friend already. I hope you don‘t mind,” he joked.

[Frankie Macmillan]

Frankie simply gave out a disbelieving 'hmm' at Minos' words about staying quiet before he ducked his head to avoid letting Minos see him grinning like a fool. "Well... I really don't think that will end up being me. That guy must have done it like... I dunno... three times a day? No wonder his arms ended up lopsided," he said, obviously amused. He avoided Minos' eyes at his next words. "I... I... um... I don't really..." He was finding it hard to get the right words. "I-it doesn't matter."

"I didn't put you in the same ranks as them. I'm just saying, you're the only one other than them who get called a 'dickhead' from me... but you're a lot better than them because you don't... you're not a bully. Not like them. They're horrible and so... you're probably a good person underneath but they're really, really not," he explained, stumbling over his words and looking embarrassed.

He listened to Minos speak and he realised, at that moment, had nice his voice actually was. It was all... soothing and smooth and - it was completely, completely inappropriate to be wanting somebody solely based on their looks and voice. Shit. He sat up straighter in his chair before playing along, "Oh, of course I don't mind. That's to be expected. You're free to take my virginity any day..." Realising he'd stopped half-way, he cleared his throat and kept going, "and, um, give it to another person."

[Minos Montague]

Minos let out a light laugh. “So what? You only wank twice a day, not three,” he joked and proceeded to laugh some more. He caught a cough when he realized he was fraternizing with the enemy. He cleared his throat. He’d never had to explain this to any of the guys he was friends with. “Well, to me anyways, there isn’t much a difference in the snogging. But for the more physical things, it’s something entirely different.” He shrugged. He didn’t put much thought into his words. It didn’t really pertain much to Frankie, anyhow.

“Well then, I should get a better, not insulting, nickname, no? I mean, even if it is you, I can’t have the same nickname as them.” He paused for a short moment, “Even if you do realize I’m not completely horrible,” he added for good measure. He had a feeling Frankie was trying to be nice so Minos might as well act civil too. “You don’t see any other Minos’ running around Hogwarts. I like being one of a kind,” he said gruffly.

During his little talk, Minos had a feeling the Frankie was not paying complete attention to him. Rude. If he didn’t want to know why ask? He shrugged it off, he was just being more conceited today then usual. That was it. He felt a tingle go through him when Frankie spoke. Surely he didn’t mean it that way, but the wording of it made him think of Frankie in compromising ways. “Well, yes. We’re both so glad to hear that.”

[Frankie Macmillan]

"Well, I have to contain myself for the sake of my arms," Frankie joked, grinning as he dragged his fingers through his hair, eyes bright with amusement. For some reason, he wanted to tell Minos that he had to be wrong... because he'd kissed Gavi only last year and he'd felt nothing. There had to be something different, more special, with guys, right? "Are there many guys in Hogwarts that... y'know, like, do stuff with other guys?" Don't ask if they'd do stuff with me, don't ask. You'll end up embarrassing yourself, Frankie.

"Okay, then... well... what's your full name? Y'know, besides from just 'Minos Montague'. You have to have a middle name, right?" he asked, the blush fading from his cheeks. It really wasn't that bad trying to be civil to somebody after a misunderstanding, he was starting to realise. Minos wasn't that much of a dickhead. "I reckon you pretty much are one of a kind. I've never really met anyone like you before."

"Great then..." he said, trailing off a little as he was distracted by a somewhat glimpse of a daydream with Minos actually flirting with him. It wouldn't happen in a million years but a guy could dream, right? He swallowed hard, clearing his throat. "So... who's your best friend here?"

[Minos Montague]

Minos let out a bark of laughter. "Oh, I'm sure you do." He put down his quill for this question. Were there many gay or straight guys in Hogwarts? No. There wasn't much. There were those who were in the closet or just in denial of their sexuality. "Well, there is a handful of people I that came to mind but most of them are under the impression that just because they shag other guys, it doesn't mean they're gay." He shrugged. "The wizarding world has only really fought over blood statuses. Sexual orientation isn't something to be concerned about. They should just come out of the closet and be done with it."

Minos looked down back at his homework. "It's Theseus," he said very annoyed at the fact that Frankie asked. "Minos Theseus Montague." He didn't bother to add in his mother's maiden name. It was a mouthful without it anyway. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. What was Frankie saying? Doesn't he know that those were romance words? Was he chatting him up or something? "Well, thanks. I'm... flattered."

Minos sensed it was getting a little awkward. Maybe it was just him. They weren't at each other's throats at the moment. So that means they were actually having a real conversation. "Um, Kale Lestrange is. You've heard of him right? He's in slytherin too. My year."