My father will hear about this...

Minerva McGonagall looked up as Draco entered her office, he roughly shoved his son into a chair in front of her. McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, her mouth set in a tight line. To say she was angry was an understatement. Never had she seen students make such a scene during a Quidditch match. She was appalled by the behavior she had seen exhibited earlier.

McGonagall eyed Draco. It was clear that he was more enraged than herself. While Minerva could hardly influence his parenting, right now she had students to discipline. She trusted Draco enough to allow him to work in her school, but she felt he was just a bit to biased in this circumstance. "Professor Malfoy, may I suggest you go and fetch Abigail Tapp? Tell her to come as soon as the game is finished. We'll be needing her own opinion of what happened today. She is, afterall, the Quidditch referee." she gave Draco a hard look, practically daring him to question her authority.

Ophelia entered the Headmistress' office, ginger furred tom-cat at her heels with a look of deep discontent on her face. The Head of Ravenclaw had little tolerance for such foolishness and barbarity. Admittedly, the witch was known to coddle her eaglets, often preferring to speak warmly to her students and talk them through a tough situation, but this was a complete lack of propriety and sportsmanship. Honestly she expected better, especially of Scorpius. She was aware the Rotburn's were more than a bit wayward, having educated a few so far and attended Hogwarts as a student with another. Ophelia knew Draco though, having worked together with him for some years, and could see this wasn't the way he had raised his son to behave, at least in public.

Ophelia's normally warm face was hardened with disappointment and to be honest a bit of anger. For one of her ravenclaws to act so . . . so . . . uncivilized came as a near embarrassment for the head of house. Of course there were a few hot headed eagles, but Scorpius had never struck her as one of them, he was a smart boy, quick with his words and on occasion his wand, but never physically violent. Ophelia leaned against McGonagol's desk slightly as she stood directly in front of Scorpius, eyes staring down the bridge of her nose disapprovingly.

"I've been made aware that Mr. Rotburn jumped off his broom at you, so I trust you acted in self defense." Ophelia started, straightening after regarding him for a silent moment. Eyes sweeping over fair features that despite the obvious effects of puberty still reminded the Head of House of the little boy she had seen underneath the sorting hat, "But, I also know you had instigated him, calling upon personal information you couldn't back up." An auburn eyebrow arched at this as in Ravenclaw it is widely accepted truth is hurts more than any falsity and it seemed rather foolish to Ophelia someone of her own flock would all upon such a easily refuted defense mechanism. " I also know points have been deducted, and both of you have been taken from the game. What happens to him," Ophelia said referencing the slytherin, "Is up to the headmistress and his head of house. You though" She said looking pointedly at Scorpius, matching his own burning grey orbs with her far darker ones, "Will be serving detention with me after school for three days as it seems you have forgotten exactly what I expect from my House's members and need to be reminded." Ophelia crossed her arms, firm in her sentiments, her eyes staying focused on her ravenclaw, not even blinking. To be honest she favored Scorpius a bit and wouldn't push him to far with work. She really just wanted to know what happened from him, but also remind him if one wishes to argue or hurt, fact is always best. If he's going to be bully, she'd prefer he be an intelligent one, he was an eagle after all. "Of course this is on top of what the Headmistress assigns as a suitable punishment as well."

Scorpius nodded his head wordlessly at his Head of House's punishment. Though he had no idea how she would have known what exactly had been said to Rotburn, he bit his tongue, literally as so not to argue with her, knowing that doing so would only make his punishment worse and he wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible. He wondered if his parents would punish him further on top of the detentions, his father was probably going to owl his mother first thing this evening. He frowned at this realization that this was far from over and crossed his arms over his grass-stained, Quidditch jersey-clad chest, casting Rotburn a sly glance and when their pale eyes locked briefly he scowled, silently conveying that he felt this was all the other lad's fault for being so impulsive. They should have been wiser, not picking a fight right in front of the whole bloody school. If there ever was a next time Scorpius would ensure that there would be zero witnesses to their duel, for next time he would not use his fists, he'd fight back with something far more powerful...magic. Why not? Seeing as if they were caught they'd be treated the same anyway, Scorpius fully expected this to not have been a big deal, seeing as they fought with their hands and really, in his mind, that did not count at all as proper fighting. So why the adults were treating this like he had severely cursed Maverick was beyond him. He was sure the other boy was thinking something along the same lines, that next time they'd give them a real reason to punish them, next time the boys would be flinging hexes no doubt.

Maverick Taurus Rotburn
Ophelia Worchester

"That's a lovely idea" said Ophelia to the potions master with a gentle smile. Despite their feuding students, there was no bad blood between the head of houses. Though Ophelia knew the man overbearing at times, she still found it hard to be anything but pleasant towards him due to his own jolly disposition. To be honest, Ophelia was a bit relieve Slughorn wanted to do the detentions together. Ophelia was a professor after all, she had her ways of knowing things, but the nosy curiosity in her also wanted to know exactly what happened from the boys own mouths. Also, Ophelia. . . well she wasn't good at punishment. She was liberal with her detentions and stood true with her zero tolerance for violence, but whenever she was faced after class with a handful of rowdy students she really wan't sure what to say to them so she'd just brave her face haughty disinterest and grade papers as they sat in silence doing their work.

"Sounds better than organizing the Rune Origin Documents with me, doesn't it?" Asked Ophelia to her eaglet. He really didn't have an option in this case, seeing as she was the adult, but she figured she'd allow the prideful boy some comfort in at least appearing to have the ability to choose.