closed: fucking azkaban

[george_goesboom]

Azkaban.

Fucking AzkabanIf there was one place he had never in a million years expected to find himself lining up to visit, this was most definitely it. Even with the Dementors gone, there was a lingering eeriness about the place, a soul-crushing sort of dampness that sank right into your bones and chilled your very soul, as if the prison's

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[ccecilia]

The room was actually a perfect square. She knew that because after what might have been the tenth hour locked inside the small cell, she had walked the perimeter, counting each footstep to pass the time. She had messed up twice, having to go back and carefully watch her footsteps, the misstep due to her body trembling from the breeze coming in. They had only given her a thin robe to wear, dark gray, bleached within an inch of its life to rid it of Merlin knew what

[george_goesboom]

George hadn't thought that his heart could possibly feel any heavier or beat any more erratically than it had been in the past twenty four hours.

Yet as the groaning creak of the door being pulled open again echoed through the bare and dimly lit room and he whirled around to see her being shoved inside, it was as if a wrecking ball had properly slammed into his chest, the reality of the situation suddenly made all too clear and unavoidable and realCecilia. Red-eyed and frazzle-haired and dressed down in papery robes that barely passed as clothes and cuffed up like some common criminal

[ccecilia]

Before she could say a word, even if whatever explanation she had was caught lamely in her throat, a blaring sound filled the room and a robotic voice cut in- "No touching-She flinched, jerking from his embrace unsteadily, her eyes darting to where it could be coming from but finding nothing, the voice that alerted everyone to when they were supposed to wake up and go to sleep and eat lunch and basically do everything they were told while confined within these walls. Even in the short twenty-four since she had been here, she had grown so tired and weary of that voice

[george_goesboom]

It was Cecilia's own jerky retreat from his grasp that had him stepping back more so than the skin-chilling buzzing harshness of that metallic voice, the source of which he automatically glanced around in search of with no success.

George shook his head against her heaved apology, his hands clenching at his sides as the chains rattled conspicuously around Cecilia's wrists, the chairs' appearance interrupting him before he had had a chance to assure her that she owed no apologies.

He promptly took the seat opposite hers, perching on the very edge of the chair and propping his elbows against his knees, leaning in as closely as he could without their knees actually touching, without actually reaching out to grab her again despite the fact that every nerve in his body screamed for it, his muscles practically shaking with the desperate desire to pull her in and curl her up against him and take her away from this terrible place she had no business being in.

-But then, of course. Malfoy"That vile fucking treacherous little shit-" he