Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 2, 2008 18:58:45 GMT -8
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
3:25 p.m.
The "coffee room" in the watchtower of Azkaban was merely a corner in there with a coffee pot and a few miscellaneous, chipped cups of varying colors. Very occasionally was there even a sorry excuse for a box of doughnuts or pastries. Compared to Mrs. Weasley's goodies at the Order Headquarters back in the day, this was the bare minimum, but he couldn't dwell on memories of friends, whether departed or still around somewhere. Friends were useless in a world like this where at any moment someone a person holds dear to himself could be snatched away and tossed into this dreary, depressing prison or killed--most likely killed on sight or tortured to insanity and thrown in here or tortured to death when it came to his former friends and associates. Williams would be a fool to take a chance with leaving remaining Order members alive.
True, Harlow was in here, but she hadn't been deeply involved from what he remembered. Pretty much everyone else had been. He wondered what had come of Jared and Serena and their kid(s?). He'd lost track of them during those eight years of peace when they'd left the school to seek a life of their own and he had been dealing with helping Evie get better from what Williams had done to her and then taking care of himself by going off to Quidditch when all went down the drain and he'd needed a pick-me-up. He should have kept contact. He might have heard what had happened to them. Serena would know what to do. Death Eaters had chased her around the globe back when she was only nineteen, and she had lived then. She could make it. She could take care of herself and her family...despite the fact that she was probably still the only true adult in it. The thought of Jared actually growing up was scary, but if anything would force him to, it would be the lifestyle this world now required of a person who disagreed with Williams and the Death Eaters. It was sad.
Being holed up in the watchtower on his days or nights at work provided him with the time to do a lot of thinking. He hadn't seen any attempted escapes, so as long as he got up every once in a while and walked around, aiming the spotlight towards various places, and did rounds ever couple hours, all was good. No one bothered him unless there was a new inmate brought in and he had to go to the front desk to get him settled in or if Sark decided he had to do something. But today was different. Today he'd brought some variety of pastries and doughnuts and some good coffee from home with him because he'd asked Ike if he'd come talk with him around 3:30, so currently the coffee was brewing, and the dripping was the only noise that consumed his ears as his silvery patronus wandered around the room. Any moment now he would find Ike coming up and through the little trap door into the tower.