I'm bored - live with it
Neville lay exhausted against the wall. He'd tried banging on the door, yelling, even setting off the ward alarms on the wardrobe by tugging on the handle, but it was all useless. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, and staying warm was using up his body's energy, fast. He was shivering and starving, and he'd wondered more than once whether the inhabitants of the house had just up and left him to die. It had occured to him, though, that there might be a silencing charm on the room.
He had to try, though. He'd be damned if he was going to die down here. Preparing himself for one last effort he rolled over and raised his fist. When he lowered it on the door it made a pathetically small noise. C'mon, Longbottom, he growled inwardly, putting all his strength into the next blow.
He had to try, though. He'd be damned if he was going to die down here. Preparing himself for one last effort he rolled over and raised his fist. When he lowered it on the door it made a pathetically small noise. C'mon, Longbottom, he growled inwardly, putting all his strength into the next blow.