Doing Time... XD

[potion_failure]

Who : Romilda & ???
When : October 10th - around 2PM
Where : In her cell. LOL
Rating : TBA
Summary : TBA

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[bitchy_nuisance]

Pansy sighed and leaned against the entrance of the cell she was currently in, letting her arms hang out through the steel bars. This sucked. Longbottom had not said anything about how long they were supposed to be in here or what they were supposed to do, in fact he hadn't said anything. The cells were locked and warded. And if she could break the wards, she would have escaped by now.

So here she was, locked up and able to see how the "prisoners" on Weasley's side were able to leave after a mere thirty minutes in the cell. She grumbled and looked at Vane, who was doing the required time in her cell.

"So Vane... how is prison life working for you?" She muttered, bored out of her mind as she had next to nothing to do in here.

[potion_failure]

Romilda looked over at Pansy. She looked bored. Romilda grinned. "I think I like it." She laughed. "It's quiet..."

[bitchy_nuisance]

Sighing, Pansy rolled her eyes. "Quiet... It's boring. That's what it is." She held up one hand and casually studied her nails, the middle finger needed a new layer of polish soon, Pansy mused. "We have to do this the entire week?"

[potion_failure]

Romilda shrugged. "Honestly, I don't really mind. That gives me at least an excuse not having to do other stuff during the time I spend in that cell." She paused. "Or deal with crap coming from Rita." She added in a mutter so only she could hear.

[nevilletherebel]

Neville sniffed and walked out into the garden, a huge pile of tissue clutched in one hand, and the other curled tightly around the mug. He stopped, staring at the cages, and sniffled, tilting his head to one side. "Why are you in cages?" he asked, his voice very small and quiet.

[bitchy_nuisance]

Arching one eyebrow, Pansy looked at Longbottom with an incredulous expression. "You didn't get the memo, Longbottom?" She pushed herself away from the bars and spread out her arms. "This is prison life, the assignment for the week."

[nevilletherebel]

"There was a memo?" he sniffled, and blew his nose again, noisily. "I've barely been out of bed. This cold is...is..." He sneezed into his tissues, gasped, then looked up at Pansy. "What've we got to do? Do we...take turns or something?"

[bitchy_nuisance]

"Poor baby." Snorting, Pansy leveled a cool look at him, then smirked. "Yes, we do take turns, Longbottom. It's all in the memo." She watched him, keeping an eye on his reactions. Would he take the bait and actually do it? Or would he seek help from one of the other? Then she took a more close look at him, he looked like death warmed over. "Why haven't you gotten anything for that cold?"

[nevilletherebel]

"Oh," he said. "Is it my turn then?" He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, then moved closer. "They didn't send anything, and I wouldn't have taken it anyway. I've never backed down from a challenge in..." he sniffed, "in my life; and that includes colds." He moved closer. "How do I let you out?"

[potion_failure]

Romilda watched Pansy talk Neville into taking her place. Seriously, could this get any more stupid? She rolled her eyes and decided to remain silent for the moment. She turned her back to the bars and stared at the wall in front of her.