Robin sat in a cell. She stared at a wall without blinking. Everything was lost. She couldn't think. Or, well, she could, but only bad things. Bad, horrible things. The time when her dad stopped sending letters when he went to that huge trip in Africa at the mines. All those times in fifth year when she felt lost, desperate, hurt, angry. Just this summer, the feeling of being dragged away, disappearing with the last sight of seeing Kelsi on the floor in a pool of blood. Horrible images were in her head, what if her sister was dead? What if her whole family was dead? What if she was the only one left? Robin didn't show a sign of emotion. Another one of those black... horrors passed her cell. She was split up from Nicolas. They probably found out he was a guy. They probably killed him too. Her last memory was taken away from her. Now she's all alone.
Her thumb twitched.
A man entered the room. "Tomorrow, you're going to the Ministry of Magic. For some interviewing. Perhaps you'll be let free, if you prove yourself innocent." He closed the door behind him with a smirk, and turned to a partner. "Doubt that'll happen, filthy pigs..." They moved on to the next cell.
Robin slowly looked up to where they were just standing. She then began staring at that small spot.
Her thumb twitched.
A man entered the room. "Tomorrow, you're going to the Ministry of Magic. For some interviewing. Perhaps you'll be let free, if you prove yourself innocent." He closed the door behind him with a smirk, and turned to a partner. "Doubt that'll happen, filthy pigs..." They moved on to the next cell.
Robin slowly looked up to where they were just standing. She then began staring at that small spot.