As you are probably very much aware, adults tend to dislike when children, however close those children may be to adulthood, do things which inflict upon those adults more work. As can be assumed, repairing a sparring classroom, the aftermath of pranks stained into carpets and along walls, holes in floors, ceilings, walls, and rooftops, and various other marks of PNNC's existence requires time even with telekinesis and most importantly - paperwork. Although adults do seem fond of paperwork and bureaucracy, it is a lie, they like order and such nuances are the cost they must pay for a small amount of control in their lives.

Our dear team, despite the volatile combination not being of their own volition, found that as team PNNC such occurrences happened around them regardless of their efforts to damp their propensity for destruction. Adults like control, however, and expect it regardless of the situation; the team in question had been formed by chance where the fault lies with countless seemingly insignificant events, so that both the adults and children could claim themselves as victims. In a way, that could be supposed to be true.

It was with this understanding, and the need for the faculty to exact some retribution, that two students currently sat quietly in the otherwise vacant 36C classroom. Typically detention would be served as a group, but as an unspoken admission of the students being partially victims of chance themselves, the faculty had chosen to separate them and the punishment to be an exercise in doing nothing as opposed to some menial chore that those conferring agreed would likely spontaneously explode upon contact with this group of four.

Coco sat perched on a desk, having already found that without careful positioning an unbalanced load would result in it tipping, her legs sprawled over a second. As welcome as the peace and silence was, so unfamiliar had it become that it was creeping along her limbs unnervingly. Her time at Beacon had taught her a wariness of silence for it was so often fleeting and broken abruptly. She whipped around at a slight noise behind her, tearing her glazed sight from the windows, her feet falling from their desk and clattering as the buckles of her boots hit the bars supporting her seat.

Penny adjusted her position, fixing her posture as she gratefully read through the text she could finally study without several interruptions per page. Her attention turned to Coco at the sudden, high, sound of metal hitting metal that broke the reticence of this longed-for reprieve that was only just beginning to feel like punishment a full hour in. Their gazes met, both a small part afraid the other would channel her partner or the chaos embodied by the team as a whole and tear them both away this break neither had previously realized how much she desired.

Smiles were exchanged; Penny returned to her book; Coco slid to her feet and stretched. Neither was able to trust this silence, but the initial nervousness when this quarantine began had subsided. Coco broke their speechless exchange with an apology that she did not even try to stop Nora in the hallway. Penny responded in kind with her involvement in destroying the sparring classroom. They shared a pause, each wondering if there was anything that would at least tone down the destruction that enveloped their team.

Penny spoke up first with a reminder that their room had not needed significant repairs in a while, maybe a full week by now with only mishaps they could clean up on their own.

"Don't jinx it!" said Coco with a start, her eyes wide along with the hiss of the words forced through her teeth.

Coco had never been one for superstition, flaunting her disregard for them to elicit reactions when bored. But now? Now she would still claim such when asked, but more and more found herself treading carefully around cracks in sidewalk. On team PNNC, having a back break spontaneously no longer seemed to be a remote possibility.

Penny clamped her hands over her mouth, her eyes darting around the room expecting one to suddenly crumble.

"Although, I suppose it has been fun at times, despite frighteningly frequent." admitted Coco who earned a nod from her teammate.

Penny lowered her hands and turned to face her fellow prisoner. "It is not simply that these things are done to us, for I was assisting Nora when she was baking those cookies and she warned me that retaliation was, as she said, 'part of the game'."

"You not being there wouldn't have changed a thing, except the kitchen might've caught fire." assured Coco.

"There would not have been any safe cookies for us."

Coco smiled at Penny's small jab. "True. I did not stop her either, when that student bumped into me."

Penny sighed, looking back to her schoolwork. "I am the team leader. I should know when to stop us from doing something bad, and know how to stop it."

Coco slid from the desk and placed a hand on Penny's shoulder. "I doubt there is any stopping it. She's my partner and I stood by when she hit a student into the sky."

Penny looked up to Coco's face as she responded, "Nora seems to be a constant, but it is all of us that are at fault. We are one team and rarely do we act alone. The teachers have punished all four of us; they know that it is a group problem."

Coco shook her head. "It's like a curse on our team. Even when we try it just happens. Just enjoy the ride and hope no one gets hurt."

"Complacency is not without fault." said Penny.

"Penny, there is only so much we can do, and controlling this team is not possible for any one person, if it was the professors would have done so already. All we can do is be the best us we can be, and try not to break anything that is irreplaceable beyond repair."

Coco slid into the seat behind Penny, her back leaning against the wall as she allowed the other to resume her studies. The light from the windows glowed a deep orange. The sound from the clicking clock indicated the return of the rare quiet they were afforded. Coco closed her eyes.

Penny's attention snapped up to the door, the reaction mutely mirrored with Coco opening her eyes. Again a crash and clatter was heard from what they could only assume was down the hall in room 25 C. Penny turned to Coco, unsure of what was expected of her. The calm demeanor of the other student was little consolation, and no answers came from the shrug of her shoulders.

Penny stood up, intent upon walking to the door but stopped when Coco spoke.

"It's not our problem."

Penny turned to Coco, not quite understanding how her teammate was nonchalant about the next tally of their team's destructive habits.

Coco elaborated for her leader: "Our task, right now, is to sit in this room and behave." She looked to the clock, "We were ordered to not leave this room, and have it unmarred by our presence, for a set amount of time which extends into just over an hour from now."

Penny looked to the door again, in time for a muted sound of shattering glass and a shout to arrive from beyond it. "Are we to make not attempt to quell their misbehavior?" she questioned.

Coco shrugged again, her hands focused on unlocking her scroll. "Maybe, if it has not stopped in 64 minutes. Until then it isn't our problem."

The offer to ignore whatever horror was being inflicted upon that room was too temping alongside the reminder that they had two instructions from superiors that may not absolve inaction but seemed to ofter some peace of mind.

Penny sat back down and ran her fingers over the slick pages of her book, Coco lounging behind her flicking her fingers along the screen of her scroll accompanied with quiet, electronic noises.