Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact
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She paused in her drumming -- plastic cutlery on the table wasn't exactly great music, but the acoustics in here weren't bad and it was better than actually having to sing her feelings, so she wasn't complaining -- and slid her "drumsticks" over to him, one eyebrow raised.
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But April was not Frank, so she just tilted her head in thought. "Waterfalls," she decided after a minute.
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For what it was worth, Jono had never actually been to Niagara.
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She wasn't actually all that passionate about this view, but, eh. Might as well.
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//Haven't seen many of those in my lifetime, either,// Jono admitted. //Rivers, I've seen. There was that brief period after first coming here where I thought having easy access to th'beach could maybe be a big deal. Now... shite, I think I'd kill just to see th'sky again.//
Three years. He'd been down here three years.
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There was a long silence, then, before Jonothon shrugged his shoulders.
//It would be bad, if I let that get to me.//
He had a nuclear furnace where his chest was supposed to be. He was hanging on to his sanity for dear life.
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Seriously, seriously black comedy, but.
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He was too pissed off at Umbridge and her like to let them get to him, thanks.
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She didn't have too much experience with it herself, but, you know.
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So it was a fairly inconvenient process.
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