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fandomhigh2012-07-23 01:03 am
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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!]
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!]
Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]
Either was good for her in her mind. Wolves could bite people who tried to hurt them or the people they liked. She imagined that being a god would be like that, too.
Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]
Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]