and on and on

[.magnarock.]

[orm like sorry to the mazxz guys, this must be getting really old.
but imma do this real quick and not bother with loads of squiggley ranting. okai, so. this is sunday evening after mr verum did some interrogations and shtuff.]

Sei watched from his bed in the cell as a spider added the finishing touches to it's web and glide down towards the floor on a silver bunjee chord. [bungy or whatever, has a new spelling as of today]
He rested his head on his arm and sighed, watching it inch closer to the ground.

Then it hit him.
[not the spider]
Today was the third.
Of August.

"Oh my god, I'm thirteen."
He felt a bit breathless, like someone had punched him in the stomach but not quite as painful.
"Couldn't have thought of a better place to spend it(!)" He muttered bitterly. All the bad things being stirred up in his mind again as he sat up and hugged his knees to his chest. He took a deep breath and was aware of the yells and screams of the prisoners around him, either begging for freedom or being attacked by the dementors. Tilting his head back slightly he joined them. Lungs straining, heart frozen, eyes shut tightly against the pain of the place, tears begining to roll down his cheeks. One yell, not very loud, voice shaking and broken. The second, after a few moments, as loud as the rest of them and as cracked with emotion as well. And the third, after a long pause, quiet, and almost a sob.
He burried his head in his hands and felt the warm tears run through his fingers as he sung a quiet but echoing version of 'happy birthday to me' in a cross of irish and english before falling asleep where he sat.

[.magnarock.]

[right.
(left
I. am. BORED!
i'm basically babysitting untill midnight, thats four and a half hours, half seven to midnight. D : <
the little darlings have all buggered off to bed and i've finished copying up geography and boring myself stupid with maths homework. So now, im going to write all about monday!!(!)]

[fun]

[monday morning at prescisely 6:55 am]


A pale green glow lit the room and a monophonic beeping broke its near silence.
Miss Stevens groaned quietly and flailed an arm in the direction of the alarm clock. The absence of beeps and green light against her eyelids drew her to the conclusion that she had stopped it for the time being. It also led her to the conclusion that today was Monday; not that she wasn't used to working seven days a week. Today on the other hand, was a wonderful day.
"Back to school with the little dev-arlings." She sniggered to her pillow and dragged herself onto her hands and knees under the duvet before lowering herself onto the floor, feeling with a cold foot for stray clothes that might trip her.

The noise of a hairdryer being turned on, followed by another a few minutes later, let her know that Stacy (styx) and Lilly were awake and washed. Now for the little ones, she thought to herself as she meandered over to where her dressing gown was hung up and wrapped it round herself to combat the chill.

Somehow --with much shouting, scolding, dragging, screaming, clinging, pulling and reassuring that Joshua Warren in 4G didn't really fancy Dasiy Green and actually likes you a lot more sweetheart so get your bottom out of bed and show him how wonderful you look first day back at school in your lovely ridiculously expensive school shoes-- they all managed to make it down to the breakfast table with enough time to actually eat.

Except Adam, the new boy, he was just sitting there, staring into space and picking vaguely at the crusts of his toast. But Miss Stevens was too busy unlocking the door and opening curtains and turning on the heating and explaining to the younger ones that food belonged in their mouths, not on the floor.

The letterbox clanked as the morning's mail was shoved through in its usual manner. Miss Stevens sighed and went to go see what was happening in the world today. A large pile was lurking there on the doormat beneath the letterbox and she gathered up the mess with another sigh.
"Bills, video game, Stacy's magazine -what on earth are they wearing?- lilly's magazine-"
She said tossing them onto a pile on the side table.
. "-Buddism for begginers -Susan perhaps?-, bills, free holiday(!) -you pay for flights and food though haha-, donate all your organs and we'll give you a penny -great plan(!)-, what's this? sealed with black wax?"
She frowned in puzzlement and discarded the rest of the mail, holding only the sealed parchment in her hands. She slowly turned it over, wondering if it could be a court order or if not, what could possibly have happened.
She gasped and held the neck of her dressing gown.


To the parent or gaurdian of Sei Théodor Carters


A scream from the kitchen brought her back from the momentary shock she'd been in and she hastily put the envelope down on hurried to see what the matter was.
She frowned. Lucy couldn't find her pony doll.
Putting on a brave face she reassured Lucy and quickly hearded them all out when she heard the bus pulling up outside. Thank goodness we live near a bus stop; they'd never make it to school otherwise, she thought to herself as she waved and shut the door.

The cheerful mood seemed to have vanished along with the children and as she returned to the hall she felt a shiver run up her spine. A thought began to edge its way into her mind and she banished it as quickly as it had come with a firm: "No. No that has definately not happened."

But what if it had? She picked up the creamy sheet of parchment with it's black seal of wax and opened it tentatively.

Friday 1st September 2008

To whom it may concern,

We are writing to inform you that Sei Théodor Carters has
been taken into custody at the Azkaban Criminal Affairs Bureau and will undergo interrogation concerning a case that must, regretably, at this time be kept secret from you.
We do however, permit that you may visit on the following days and also inform you that he will be released from custody on Monday the fouth of September and you will then be allowed normal contact.
We are sorry for any delays that may have occoured in the sending of this letter, due to your residencey being in a highly muggle populated area, the use of our customary owl delivery service may have drawn unwanted attention to this letter. Please accept our scincerest appologies if this letter has indeed been dealyed or forwarded from a different adress.

The world froze up for a moment and Miss Stevens had to force herself to move. She couldn't quite believe it, but at the same time found herself dashing up the stairs to get dressed.

[.magnarock.]

The pale mid-morning sunlight streamed in through the bars of Sei's cell window and he opened his eyes painfully, the sleep in them cracking as he unglued the lids.
He shivered slightly and pulled the covers away before going to investigate what breakfast was today. The tray on the floor had a slice of buttered toast, still warm. Hungrily, he devoured it and felt better for having done so.



Five minutes later Miss Stevens came tearing down the stairs, dressed and gargling mouthwash. She spat it out in the kitchen sink and dashed into her office. She flexed her fingers slightly and reached for the box on top of the filing cabinet behind her desk. She placed it on top of the unsorted and assorted papers and lifted up the cushion on her chair, the small key was still there and she inserted it into the hidden lock on the box. It opened and she removed the false bottom. There wrapped in bubble wrap was her wand. Lined with age, oak and rosewood, her old but not quite forgotten friend.
She took a deep breath and swished it lightly in the air.
"Accio Robes."
A few seconds later a set of deep purple robes flew into the office and she donned them over her skirt and t-shirt that would have been far too cold by themselves.
Quickly placing her wand in her pocket, she removed the small bag that was in there and untied the cord whilst heading into the front room.
She composed herself and flung some of the powder into the fireplace she had insisted on keeping. Green flames danced up and she stepped in, shutting her eyes against the tingle she was getting from doing magic again after haven put it on hold for her carreers sake.
"Azkaban Interrogations Bureau."
She annunciated clearly, not forgetting the golden rule of using the Flu System.


The same minute later, she was in a stone reception area with carpeted floors and the odd aura flitting in and out of its many doors. An aged secretary looked up from her desk and pushed her spectacles up onto the bridge of her nose.
"Hello there, dear. May I help you?"
Miss Stevens nodded, all business now, and handed her the letter she had been sent.
"I am here to get Sei." She said after the receptionist had had some time to read it.
"Could I please see some form of identification, dear."
She nodded and reached into her pocket, "Yes yes, of course." after a moment she produced various signed doccuments and adoption forms.


Within minutes she was standing in the main office, talking to the man in charge.
Well, I say talking, but I use the term very loosely.

"A child!!! A child for goodness sakes! What on earth where you thinking putting a child in Azkaban!!!"
The sergeant attempted to protest: "Well, I- You see. That is. We thought-"
"What!? That this child could possibly do any harm to anyone! Even go as far as murdering!" Her last sentence was a fierce whisper before she reared up again into her best furious shouting.
"And in a cell in the same area as actual criminals! I swear, this system is so flawed. I've a good mind to write to your superiors at the ministry."
"Now madam, I assure you that that is highly unesscesary, we can take you to him right away and the whole matter need not be paid any more thought to. -Needless to say the charges will be dropped and he will be allowed to go home immediately."
Miss Stevens took a deep calming breath. "I suppose that will be acceptable." She said as Mr. Stanson opened the door for her and they turned into the corridor to enter the prison complex.

No sooner had they entered the main prison than a pair of dementors floated past.
Miss Stevens cracked up again. "With dementors!!! You put a child in a cell with dementors!"
Stanson tried to calm her. "I assure you that he was not harmed by the dementors. Please, can you try to remain calm here. Some of the innmates can become restless around loud noises.
She raised her eyebrows but adhered to his request.


Footsteps came towards his cell and he looked up from where he had sat back down on his bed as a key turned in the door, one of the ever changing unlocking spells was murmered and the door swung open.
He gawped when he saw his social worker, fully clad in wizard robes standing there looking furious.
"Oh, mai, god." He whispered. Then shook his head slightly when he realised what he'd just said.
"Sei! Oh I am so glad to see that you're alright." She said, not completely sure he was fine. His hair was a mess, he was generally dirty, his clothes had obviously been worn for a few days in a row and there was a fefreshed sadness in the way he was, paired with a strange, slightly wild look.
"Come on, we're leaving. Right now." She said firmly.
He didn't need telling twice and almost ran across the cell to her.

[finished!! ]