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Jun. 20th, 2005 10:17 pmThe castle is dank, as castles often seem to be. Torches gutter in the draft, and down along a corridor that ends in blackness, a door creaks open on ancient, rusted hinges.
Two Death Eaters step out, looking both ways before striding nonchalantly down the corridor and into another room further down.
Once inside, Nymphadora Tonks removes her mask and pulls a half-loaf of bread out of her robe pocket.
"All I can say is, somebody better bloody well rescue us, 'cause I don't fancy buddying up to these nutters any longer than I sodding well have to."
She rips the loaf in two and hands the other half to Bill.
Two Death Eaters step out, looking both ways before striding nonchalantly down the corridor and into another room further down.
Once inside, Nymphadora Tonks removes her mask and pulls a half-loaf of bread out of her robe pocket.
"All I can say is, somebody better bloody well rescue us, 'cause I don't fancy buddying up to these nutters any longer than I sodding well have to."
She rips the loaf in two and hands the other half to Bill.
