fandomhigh | Detention, Depths of the Castle, Thursday

Entry tags:

detention

Detention, Depths of the Castle, Thursday

Another beautiful day had begun in Fandom, not that anyone in detention would have noticed. The lack of sunlight, the pleasant sound of Umbridge's voice, and the slightly stale smell of breakfast were all important aspects to making every day in detention routine! Surely everyone knew that surprises were no fun.

Look, the week was half over already and no one had been taken out and killed so far. That had to count for something, right?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Again, warm food twice in one day? So not going to happen.

Dinah wasn't eating. Couldn't. She stood slumped against one wall, staring at Bobby and Sookie in their little ice chamber.

She'd look around for someone else to help, or talk to, in a minute. Really.

Edited 2012-07-27 00:04 (UTC)

Sam was completely ignoring his dinner, and just about everything else. He'd been curled up ever since Karla left, unsure of how to feel.

Dinah finally went over to him, and poked him gently in the side. "Hey. You need to eat." Do as she says, not as she does, Sam.

"Don't want to," Sam said quietly. "I don't know what to do anymore."

Dinah picked up the spoon, and quietly asked, "About what? There's not a lot you have to do in here. Or, well. Any of us."

"Karla," Sam said, looking up at Dinah. "She said Peter's okay, and he's not mad at me anymore. I don't--I don't know if she was lying or not."

Dinah froze. She hadn't heard what Karla had been saying to Sam before, or she would've done a lot more than threaten her.

"Sam... where are we?" She swallowed back tears, then took a deep breath. "And where's Karla, by comparison?"

The part about Peter... she just couldn't address yet.

Edited 2012-07-27 05:26 (UTC)

"We're...we're here in detention. Karla's outside. So she can see lots of things we can't, because we're stuck in here. Right?" Sam said.

"She can see what's outside Detention, yeah. Sky. Grass. Life." Dinah's eyes were burning; she blinked hard. "Where did she tell you Peter was?"

"Um. She didn't say. Outside somewhere?" Sam said. "She said he doesn't want to come in, because seeing me hurts, but I still see him so...I don't know."

"She was lying, Sam. I wish Peter were out there, but he isn't." Dinah reached for his hand. Do you trust me, Sam?

Sam nodded quietly, squeezing Dinah's hand tightly. "I want Peter to be okay. I want none of this to have happened. I don't want to be in detention anymore."

The next time Dinah saw Karla, she was going to be in so much trouble.

"I don't either. You know that. I wish he were out there, trying to get to us." She bit her lip, and said softly, "I almost wish that his ghost were here with you. But..."

"You're here. That much I know," Sam said with a gentle smile. "I'm sorry. I know you're trying to help."

"Yeah." Dinah squeezed his hand again, holding back tears with an effort. "I'm here, and I'm your friend, and I don't want you to be in here." She closed her eyes. "If you really can't take it any more..."

"What?" Sam asked. "If I can't take it any more... what?"

"You could pretend," Dinah whispered. "You could tell them-- you'll be good, you just want to be left alone. Maybe Dean or your dad could get you off the island. Principal Winchester -- she might agree."

Or maybe Dinah just hurt for him too much to watch Sam in pain.

"But what about you? You'd still be in here," Sam said, shaking his head. "I can't leave without you."

Dinah leaned against him, and sent, I'll be okay. I mean. I'd miss you. Some of the yearning came through there, without her meaning for it too. But it would help to know you're okay somewhere.

"I'd find a way to get you out," Sam whispered. "I wouldn't leave you here." Dinah had been far too good of a friend for that.

"I know," Dinah whispered. She threaded her fingers through his. She hoped that wherever he was, Peter understood. I'm so tired of watching people suffer and die.

Edited 2012-07-27 22:33 (UTC)

"Me too," Sam said softly. "When we get out, it's gonna be together, end of story."

Dinah nodded, throat closing on tears. When. Yes. It will happen, damnit. She released a shaky breath. "Love you, Sam."

It didn't matter how she meant that. She had to hold onto the people she had, whatever they meant to each other.

Re: Enjoy Your Dinner [07/26]

cracking-wonder.livejournal.com - 2012-07-28 01:02 (UTC) - Expand

Zayne took some comfort in the dinner. When horrible changes happened, it was time to take comfort in the familiar, non-traumatic things. Terrible, cold food actually counted toward that right now.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only