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fandomhigh2012-07-26 01:59 am
Entry tags:
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?
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?

Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]
"Rinoa?" she asked softly, getting down on the other girl's level again. "Do you remember me?"
Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]
The world was gray, and empty. No one was coming. They were going to die down here. Maybe Sookie had been lucky. She had gone first. The rest of them had to wait.
Could she volunteer? No. Bobby should get to go next. He was half-gone as it was.
Rinoa hadn't even had the strength to scream, when Sookie died. To grab the hell-demon and rip her hair out. She had just ... fallen. Here.
Maybe she wouldn't get up. They could punish you for that. Did it matter?
She noticed a voice and lifted her head. Oh. The nice lady who had made her a garden.
"I broke it," she said. "All the flowers are gone."
Dead. Like Angelo. Like Sookie.
Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]
Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]
"It's dead," she said. "Everything is dead."
Everyone was dead. They were all dead, here; some of them just didn't know it yet.
She did.