"B-b-b-but I wasn't tr-tr-trying t-t-t-to Skip." Icarus pleaded as he stumbled down the hall, being led by the ear by a burly member of the disciplinary comity. "I wa-wa-w-was j-j-j-just l-l-lost."

"You got lost on your way from the cafeteria to the first year classrooms?" Asked his captor, not even turning to look at him.

"Y-y-yes."

"Both of which are on the first floor?"

The question hung ominously over Icarus's head like a ten ton weight. This gorilla had caught him up on the third floor, running for the stairwell. He'd been so caught up thinking about clubs that he hadn't noticed that he should have left until the bell was already ringing. The roof was much farther afield than any place he'd eaten lunch before. He should have known he didn't have enough time to reach class before it started. He wracked his brain trying to think of some way to explain all that without admitting that he'd been somewhere he wasn't allowed, but didn't have it in him. As they stopped in front of a door he decided to just go with the truth. "I'm n-n-not a cle-clever p-p-p-person."

"That's why you should be in class!" he barked, threw open the door, and nearly tossed Icarus in. Icarus flew in at a stumble run, nearly lost his footing twice, and managed to catch himself on the teachers podium and right himself. He looked around the nearly empty room and nothing about it struck him as familiar. It took a little delay for what was happening to sink it. 

Icarus looked back at him. "B-b-but yo-yo-you d-d-didn't t-t-ta-take me to c-c-class."

"Nope. Welcome to detention!" then he roughly shut the door. The sound was like an axe hitting the executioner block. Icarus just stood there, supporting himself on the podium, face blank. After a moment his mouth creaked open slightly and he started letting out a low whine like a scared dog.