Nothing different about her day. A repeat of the day before, and the one before that, and the one before that as well...
Liz sat in her own little corner, head resting lightly against the awful cold and wet stone that entrapped her. Her knees, as per usual, were up to her chest, arms resting on top of them. The tears that ran through the lines of excessive dirt on her face.
They hadn't been here in a while. Which was a bit of a blessing she supposed. Nothing needed. No spying on friends and family.
She hated them. All of them. She hated herself. She was letting the Order down, she was letting her daughter down. Kailyn...she'd probably never know that she was helping betray the good side of the wizarding world...
Liz turned her head towards the door. Steps? Or maybe the cold chill of a dementor? She couldn't tell anymore, and she didn't care. Sighing, she stretched her arms. Come what may...
The years have changed everything from stores to even Askaban. Trevor wanted to keep an eye out on the prisoners to make sure they didn't get lose. It was Allie's turn to play babysitter, this was one of the less fun things about this job. She was more of a killing or bring them here to let someone else deal with it. Allie sat along in the office trying to find something to pass the time, but nothing work. She flipped through a book for some while before coming up with an idea to go visit the prisoners they did have here. Maybe she could get some information out of them.
She made her way out of the office, nodding her head at a couple of officers that were keeping their post at the doors. Even know the prison is under many spells to keep people from leaving, now days you couldn't be too careful. "Who should I talk to today?" Allie said aloud not really caring if anyone heard. Even if they didn't talk, she could make them. Walking down the steps the cells came into view. One of the first ones she saw was Liz. "So Ms. McIvert how are we doing today?" Allie asked in a sweet yet evil tone, it was in her blood.
Liz had to hold back her movement to retch. As horrid as the prison food was, when she actually ate, it provided some nutrition, and she'd like to hold onto that thank you very much. And besides, it would only give the girl reason to mock her more. "Repetitive." she replied, choosing her words carefully. This was a sly one, she was. Slick tongue and sly wit. It made the hairs on the back of Liz's neck stand up.
She was almost tempted to ask how the Death Eater's day had gone. But that would have been a mistake she'd done too many times. They usually ended up being somewhat gruesome and like she noted before, Liz wanted to hold onto her lunch as long as possible.
So instead, she chose to rise slowly to her feet, using the wall as a support. She leaned against the cold stone, it's dank and deathly chill soaking through the garment she had to wear. Her eyes examined the Death Eater's boots. Better not to make eye contact.
Wrapping her arms around her slimming waist to hold in what little heat she was giving off, she sighed. "What are you here for?"
She heard the woman say repetitive which was true for any prisoner of war or anyone who had to spend any time here. Allie brushed a hair back behind her ear, it kept getting in her face. "Naturally," Allie told her, it was something that every prisoner had to learn.
Allie looked around the cells it was dark and boring no wounder it was repetitive. Allie then took at look over at Liz, she saw her stand up and get to her feet, not making eye contact. She is a smartone not to Allie thought. if she was not an legilimens and was facing one, the last thing she would do would be make eye contact. "Oh play nice," Allie said right back at her. "I was bored and thought I would make a round." Allie said with a laugh, a round is a couple of cells on this floor. All the others where hiding in the shadows and didn't need to be checked on.
The very corner of Liz's lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. Bored. She was one to talk. If not being verbally harassed by some of the other prisoners, she was sitting in her cell, looking for things to free herself of this place, usually by means of death. As such, the restraints were across the room, hanging in there places for where she was stuck at night. Can't have some of their prisoners keeping anyone else up, can they?
Liz shook her head. No need to think of that now. There was company. wonderful company. Allie was only here to tease her. Liz got this. Most of them did. Mainly because they knew Stephen, and he probably worked wonders on her social image. Not to mention some of them had kids that went to school with Kailyn. This she only knew form her skill.
Sighing, Liz shuffled one dirty foot, not wishing to say anything else.
Allie heard her sigh, and it was the last thing she really wanted to hear. "Okay maybe board wasn't the word I was looking for." Allie said realizing that maybe this wasn't the greatest ideas but she needed something to pass the time till she was off duty and could go to the party.
"I didn't mean to tease" Allie said walking over to the chair that was at the end of the steps near the cell. If she was going to stay here and talk awhile she would at least be sitting. "I figured I would be better company and at least I don't bite." Allie told her even know on a day to day basic she had to be mean. "So Ms. Lizabeth what seems to be troubling you?" Allie asked another question.
The whole move just up and made Liz's mouth drop open. She looked up in shock, scooting back a few more steps to sit down again. Oh the reaction! It was something that POWs didn't get to see often. Compassion? Kindness? One of those, Liz didn't remember...
But the questions...Liz couldn't help but laugh aloud once. "Bite? No..." she replied sarcastically. That girl had more bite than a rattlesnake ready to pounce.
And then like a shrink, she asked what was troubling her? Day in, day out. It was no big secret. "My trouble? Not that you care or anything. You're just passing the time. No care in the world for the ones you stick in this god forsaken pit. You must be going somewhere..." she laughed snidely, crossing her arms across her chest, which was moving up and down with her rapid breathing. Troubles? Liz had plenty of troubles.
"Of course," she told the woman. Allie thought about making her tell her what the problem was; besides the stuck in Azkaban but she didn't want to deal with the pain and all that that would come with getting into McIvet mind at the moment. Allie wanted to be happy for the party tonight and dealing with someone's else problems were not on that menu.
Allie heard her laugh a little at her bite comment, which was along the right lines. "It only hurts a little," she informed her about the whole getting into someone's mind and playing with it. It was true, Allie didn't care that much about the prisoners problems but she wasn't all evil and on very rare times shows it.
"Well I guess since you don't want to play I can leave," Allie said looking around like she couldn't believe she had to be one duty here but it was her job.
"Good." She replied, looking away. Liz didn't need this right now. She just wanted to be left alone. Free would be nice. As would being able to see her daughter. But those were wishes that would never happen, things that would never probably occur unless by some god given miracle Trevor dropped dead.
But he was like Voldemort...nearly unbeatable.
Liz sighed heavily, shaking the strawberry blonde hair into her face. "Have fun, Allie." she mentioned, calling the girl by her first name, even adding a slightly patronizing hint to it. "And if you see my husband give him my love."
"Don't mention the nice part to anyone," she told Liz with a small, very small smile. getting up from the chair pulling her hair to one side of her face. Allie figured that it was about time for her little call of duty at the prison was over and just in time to get ready.
"try not to be so down," Allie said before even turning her back on Liz and started to walk off. Hearing the comment about her husband. "Oh I won't." Allie assured her. Over all Allie was not a fan of Mr. McIvert at all in her eyes she would rather have Liz on their side than him. "Bye," Allie adding leaving the floor and walking up the stairs back to the office to get her things and leave.
Liz turned back to watch her leave, the little pang of loneliness beating at her heart. But Harrison wasn't company, she was the enemy. Someone that Liz hated. Someone that had forcefully made her respect them. Someone who stood on the sidelines when she was literally a punching bag for some of the Death Eater scum that roamed the area.
Try not to be so down? what the hell was that supposed to mean? Try not to be so depressed? clearly this child did not have any clue what happened here. This wasn't like the muggle prisons. This was Co-ed, and everyone, everyone was down. Her most of all. There was nothing to look up to. Down was the only way to go...
Her frown deepened as the girl left, forehead resting back on her knees. There was a strange texture on her face, Liz went to rub it off. Tears. Again. Liz sighed, blinking slowly.
Ike Malcolm was making his final rounds for the day, checking in with all of the prisoners who served as his patients. He smiled cheerfully as he released the spell he had upon his current patient's mind. Drastic measures had been called for in this case, but Ike knew he could fix the poor fellow. He lightly bit his tongue as he scribbled furiously in the notebook he always carried around with him. "You're making excellent progress Mr. Aston. Who knows? Maybe you'll even be let out of here soon! Just a few more sessions I think." The man did not respond, but violently shook and stared straight forward. "I'll be seeing you in a few days then. Take care!" Ike smiled and hummed a cheery tune as he got up and left the cell. The man, however, just stayed still, in the exact same position as before. He was curled up in a ball in the corner, slowly rocking back and forth.
Ike had one more patient to check on before heading home and getting ready for Lord William's party. To think that he'd been invited! Oh what fun! He passed Allie Harrison, the guard on duty for the day and gave a smile and a wave - perhaps it was him, but she didn't seem to reciprocate the feeling. Oh well. He came up to the cell of his final patient, one Mrs. Lizabeth McIvert. He'd had only a few sessions with her thus far, so they still had quite a ways to go with her 'therapy'. As he opened her cell, still humming, he gave a bright smile. "Hello Ms. McIvert. And how are we feeling today?" He conjured up a chair on the opposite side of the cell, and sat down, flipping through his notebook to the appropriate page.
She didn't change her expression as he entered the room. Well, she was just getting visitors left and right today now, wasn't she? Malcolm...god that man didn't know unhappy if it slapped him in the face. Something she'd like to do more than once.
It was strange to have herself psychoanalyzed. After all, he didn't have her gift, but he managed to dig inside her head just as well (possible because he had a wand and she didn't). This was absolute crap. She didn't want to get out of here, to serve Williams. To him, he was a power hungry bastard with a great face.
She quirked an eyebrow which turned her expression into a slightly sadistic smirk. "My feelings?" she laughed, one short burst, and loud, almost insane. "Absolute Rubbish. And you?" she replied in a fake cheerful voice that sickened herself.
God. This was was just getting better and better wasn't it?
"Me? Why I'm quite happy, thank you for asking." He gave a bright smile as he pulled the cap off his pen and got it to write, before quickly jotting something down. "I'm terribly sorry we can't give you more hospitable conditions - but if we did, what might we use to serve as a positive reinforcement to reward you with? But do not fret, I shall have you free and happy to serve Lord Williams soon enough." He scribbled down some notes to go over during their session before continuing.
"Now then, have you been thinking about what we talked about? Becoming more obedient, and taking a look at things outside of your own perspective?" Surely she couldn't be enjoying it here. Once she saw the error in her ways and could come to terms with the fact that Williams was their Lord, then the healing could begin. There were many people like her, but stubborn denial was something Ike knew he could break. Just needed some patience and time, and all would be fixed.
Oh lord. She was going to snap. This man...he was...ridiculous! Absolute rubbish. No, this couldn't be happening. He was taunting her, he had to be. No normal person, especially not one in the service of Trent could be this...enthusiastic? "Obedient? Obedience is for dogs, owls, and other such animals. I am not one of them, nor do I intend to be." she frowned, crossing her arms in contempt.
Positive reinforcement? Ha, like that would happen. Nicer quarters meant more things, and more things meant a wide assortment of materials to attempt suicide with. So, Liz came to the basic conclusion that that was out of order. After all, she'd just try and kill herself after every attempt to help them. Prying into someone's mind wasn't something Liz was particularly proud of, but yet...she still did it...
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