fandomhigh | Detention, Depths of the Castle, Monday

Morning had broken in Fandom, and another day in detention was about to begin, the same as every other day.

For the moment, things were as quiet as they probably ever got, while everyone was still resting on their cots, women on one side of the magical black cloth barrier, men on the other. Soon, those who had managed to sleep would be woken by the ever-cheerful voice of Dolores Umbridge coming from the loudspeakers, ordering them to rise. The barrier would disappear, and whatever bland, tasteless substance they were calling breakfast today would appear instead. After that, those in detention were free to do whatever they wanted ... if they could find anything to do that didn't break one of the island's rules, or that could be done while trapped away from everyone else.

But really, the days of those in detention weren't that slow. Soon enough, visiting hours would start, and there wouldn't be nearly as much boredom then.

[OCD is up, have at it!]

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Bobby had actually won today's game, and now Emma wasn't talking to him. She wasn't sulking, of course, because that would be beneath her. But the fact remained that the only person who could be counted on for consistent conversation was gone. Unless, of course, someone felt like courting frostbite.

Or had some sort of magical defense against such things, as visitors from the outside would.

Detention, Depths of the Castle, Monday

Re: Visiting Hours [07/23]