Warning: Spit.

"Well... well... Here we are." Mr. Sanders said, standing in front of the students, "I want to congratulate you for being on time."

Roman slowly raised his hand, "excuse me, sir?" He asked, making Mr. Sanders look at him in boredom, "I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but, um," he looked down, "I don't think Remus and I belong in here."

Mr. Sanders looked down at his watch, not replying to Roman who looked down defeated, "it is now seven-oh-six."

Logan looked down at his watch and set the time to the same time as Mr Sanders said.

"You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways." Mr. Sanders continued.

Virgil threw his head back and collected spit in his mouth with a gross snorting noise, making Roman turn around, and he spat the saliva into the air and caught the spit in his mouth again.

Roman gasped in disgust and looked forward, looking like he was going to gag, while Remus watched with a smirk and clapped his hands quietly, which earned a cocky wink from Virgil.

"And you may not talk." Mr. Sanders said, pointing to Roman, "you will not move from these seats." He then pointed to Logan who moved his bag up slightly was going to move, but then stopped.

He glanced up at Virgil and pointed at him, "and you..." he walked over and pushed Virgil's feet down from the table, harshly, "will not sleep."

Virgil glared ever so slightly, wondering why the suit Mr. Sanders was wearing seemed so familiar.

"Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today." Mr. Sander said, walking over to Janus, "we are going to write an essay-" he set down a sheet of paper in front of Janus, whose head shot up in shock, "of no less than a thousand words - describing to me who you think you are." He set one in front of Remus then Virgil.

"Is this a test?" Asked Remus, making Virgil grumble in agreement of the question.

Mr. Sanders passed out papers and pencils and took no notice of Remus or Virgil.

"And when I say essay... I mean essay." Virgil rolled his eyes and kicked his feet up on the desk again, as Remus rested his chin on the dorsal side of his hand, with a seductive smirk.

"I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Black?"

Virgil looked to his leather, fingerless gloved hand, wiggling his fingers and said, "crystal..." Who was that singer who wore a yellow suit and stripped yellow and white shirt?

"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even," Mr. Sanders looked up in thought, "decide whether or not you care to return."

Logan raised his hand and then stood, shuffling nervously. "Uh, you know, I can answer that right now sir... that'd be 'no', no for me. 'Cause-"

"Sit down Crofters..." Mr. Sanders said, an indifferent look on his face. Virgil smirked, so many jokes about that name he could make.

"Thank you sir..." Logan said hesitantly, then sat down again, head hung low.

"My office-" he pointed to the left and out the hall, "is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised." He looked at them all.

"Any questions?" Mr. Sanders asked, making Patton shake his head and Roman look down.

He went to leave but Virgil, had a eureka moment and put his hand up, "yeah, I got a question." He had remembered the singer.

Thomas Sanders stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"Did David Bowie know you raided his wardrobe after he passed?" Virgil asked with a smirk, not that he was making fun of the singer, in anything he respected the guy. Doesn't mean the guy had a weird fashion sense.

Patton smiled lightly and Roman looked down trying to keep from laughing, Remus chuckled, while Logan covered his mouth, even Janus smirked.

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Black, next Saturday." Mr. Sanders said, making Virgil's smirk fall, "don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." He said, making a rock-n-roll sigh and left.

"That man... is an absolute nut-job." Virgil said, glancing to Remus.