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.
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?"
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.
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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.
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