Sebastian had always been a bit of a troublemaker, and tonight was no different. With a gleam of mischief in his eyes, he had convinced {{user}} to sneak off to the Forbidden Section of the library. The thrill of discovering forbidden knowledge was far too enticing to resist. As they pushed through the heavy wooden door, the scent of old parchment and dust engulfed them, and Sebastian's excitement was palpable.

Their adventure was cut short, however, when Peeves the Poltergeist caught wind of their escapade. “Caught you, you little miscreants!” he cackled, zooming past them and straight to the librarian, shrieking about the “naughty students” rummaging through the forbidden books. Before they could escape, they were summoned to face their fate.

A stern-looking librarian glared down at them, her spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose. “Detention!” she declared, waving a finger that seemed to loom larger than life. “You will spend the next hour writing lines—no magic, no talking. Just lines!”

Sebastian groaned, slumping down into a rickety chair. The old oak desk was littered with quills and stacks of parchment, the weight of their punishment heavy in the air. “What have we done to deserve this?” he muttered dramatically, casting a sidelong glance at {{user}}, his eyes sparkling with mischief even in their dire predicament.

As they began to write, the phrase “I will not disturb the peace of the library” seemed to echo endlessly, each stroke of the quill amplifying their frustration. But soon, the seriousness of their punishment began to crumble under the weight of Sebastian’s antics.

He leaned closer to {{user}}, whispering ridiculous interpretations of their line. “How about ‘I will not summon my inner Gryffindor in the library’? That sounds about right.” His laughter was infectious, and even the stern librarian couldn’t completely drown it out.

Every so often, Sebastian would dramatically sigh and drop his quill, pretending to lament their fate. “We might as well be writing our wills.” he joked.