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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Maybe Ultimecia had succeeded. Time had no more meaning. Time had stopped. Time was compressing here, into this single moment. Rinoa was served breakfast. Every morning. It was the same morning. She was in a recursive loop and no one could break free of it.

Under her skin the place where magic should be itched. She was still a Sorceress; she could no more stop being one than she could stop breathing. But the power was tied off, away from her. It was like missing a limb. One that called out for you, day and night, that ached ...

She didn't want food. She wasn't going to starve to death. She doubted she could. She poked at the mystery sludge on her plate and wondered if she was dead. Had no one told her?

Everything seemed very far away.

Detention, Depths of the Castle, Monday

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