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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!]

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She sent a jolt of just that at Dinah, the sharp sensation of knives digging into her flesh, starting at her hands and dragging up her arms.
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"Should I be feeling something now?"
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...And who knew what would happen if she did, but Dinah wouldn't be the only one feeling it.
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She wasn't allowed to kill Dinah, but she could cause her pain, as much as she wanted, and she shot out a hand to try to wrap around her throat.
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Dinah dropped her shields, and reflected the pain back at her tormentor, then sending, Raven, you're weak to give in to them. You're the sad one. The lonely one. No one loves you any more, Raven. STOP.
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But there was a battle already raging in Raven's mind, between the angry demon and her battered empath soul and the spell that kept them both obedient. No, no,no, the demon was not allowed to escape. She released Dinah and scrambled backwards, her face in her hands, struggling for control.
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She was panting as she let herself slip back into madness. It was safer that way.
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