<div style="text-indent:1em;">Nevile paused as he heard the voice of Motto, and was about to turn around when he was tackled to the ground.  Papers scattered everywhere, and Nevile began pushing the dark haired jock off him.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"What are you do-" He started shouting back, cutting off once he heard what Motto said.  "What! Are you serious?  Who else was on there, when did it go up?  I need to look at thi-." He once again cut of before finishing as he saw the instructor looming over them.  Pushing Motto off he raised his hands in a gesture of innocence.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Mam, I am not in any way associated with this nuisance of society.  I am just going to gather up my things and be going to my next class, please and thank you."  The teacher, Misses Brome, was well know for detaining not only trouble makers, but their friends.  A reputation gained by placing Nevile in detention every time Motto earned it.  And each time her reasoning was the same.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Don't you act innocent, he wouldn't be misbehaving if you didn't give him some reason too."  It was the exact same line as last time, and the time before.  You'd think she'd at least use some new excuse one of these times.  Nevile wasn't sure why she disliked him, but whatever reason she had, it was a fierce fire.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Sighing, Nevile began gathering his papers.  At least the headmaster would be a bit more lenient.  "We'll head right there mam.  I'm sorry for the ruckus mam."  Brome gave an approving grunt(snort), and turned away.  As Nevile watched her go away, he swung a soft backhand at Motto's shoulder.</div>