Detention, Depths of the Castle, Monday

[bigdamnprisoner.livejournal.com]

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!]

Comments

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[cursednotbroken.livejournal.com]

Jack gave Bruce a dirty look. "But that takes the fun out of it," he grumbled, and filled in two blanks.

The spaces now read _ E _ _ E _ _.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[xxlstretchpants.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. Well clearly having fun isn't a problem for me today," Bruce said with a thoughtful tilt of his head. "How about an N?"

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[cursednotbroken.livejournal.com]

Jack shook his head. "Sorry," he said, and sketched an oval for a head on the noose.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[xxlstretchpants.livejournal.com]

"Oh no big deal," Bruce said happily. "Just a game. How about a T?"