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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!]

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"As fun as that would possibly be, it would be breaking the rules and then I might end up in here with you. That wouldn't be very much fun at all." She responded. "You must be having a really shitty day if that was the best greeting you could come up with."

"As compared to every other day in this hellhole?" Wyatt said bitterly. He eyed Savannah warily. She was his charge, and he could sense her emotions. But he couldn't let the charade drop without fear of endangering her.

"How's life on the outside treating you?" he said.

"At least you're alive," she pointed out with a grin. "That's one up on a lot of people."

Which was the reason she always sought out Wyatt. Together they knew enough about different magics that he could make it look like any torture she was giving him was a lot more than what she actually doled out. Also, the knowledge that she was seeking out her guardian angel to torment usually meant that others left him alone. She had proven herself enough of a bitch to both sides that she didn't think anyone would seriously challenge her on this.

If they did, well, she'd explain things to them in her own special way.

"Oh, I'm having a grand ole time. It's quite nice to be on the powerful and winning side."

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"It won't last," Wyatt said. "Never does. Someday, somehow, we'll find a way to stop you all."

It was hard to keep up hope, though. He'd been stuck in here a long time.

"And every time people on that side that, they cause trouble and get themselves tossed right back into prison, perhaps with nothing worse than a headache if they feel like it."

"So tell me," Wyatt said, leaning back against the wall. "How fares the resistance? What plots have you foiled today?"

He was desperate for information about the outside. Were people still fighting or had they all been killed or fled?

"More people have shockingly managed to stay alive this week than last week."

That was the safest way for Savannah to tell him that people were still fighting.

"Oooh, that's got to suck for you," Wyatt taunted her, glad for that tidbit. "I'm sure Her Pinkness is pissed."

It was a good thing that Savannah was far too good at keeping up illusions and locking away her emotions or she might have laughed at Wyatt's description of Umbridge.

"I'm not worried. I've done nothing that would make the Boss look at me with anything but pride."

God, she hoped that Wyatt would understand.

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