"James, detention? Again?" I scold, pacing back and forth throughout his dorm. "I know. I'm sorry." He replies. "You said last time was the last time." I continue. "I- I know." He sighs. "When can you just learn your lesson?" I groan. "I have. I just- I'm sorry." He mutters. "You're not sorry about anything, Prongs. You're only sorry that you got caught." I shout. "Look, I'll stop. I swear. This is the last time." He exclaims. "I can't believe a single thing that comes out of your mouth, can I?" I sigh, falling back onto his bed. "No." He laughs, pecking my forehead. "You're lucky i'm so deeply in love with you." I smile. "Mmm." He sighs in response. "I'm serious, James. Trust me. If I didn't truly love you, I'd let you get as much detention as you wanted." I reply. "I believe you." He nods. "I'm just worried is all. I don't know when detention will end and expulsion begins." I add. "I know." He nods. "When will they draw the line?" I sigh. "I know, love. I know." He nods. "I'm sorry. I'm just anxious." I frown. "No need. I can take care of myself. You worry about yourself." He assures. "I'll try." I reply