Azkaban .

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.

Nicolas was huddled up in the corner of his own cell, which happened to be right next to Robin's. Azkaban wasn't treating him well at all. All of his thoughts were dark. He thought of summer, of being separated from his sister and the looks of horror on all of the Muggle children's faces. He thought of being teased in school. He thought of getting into those stupid fights with Draco.

And he couldn't stop thinking about Rachel. Not in the good way, either. He kept thinking about how she probably wasn't even shaken in the slightest bit about his disappearance.

Yes, they had discovered he was a boy. Luckily, all they had done was give him a Crucio (which was terrifying in its own right, but in perspective it wasn't so terrible) and locked him up with the girls, anyway.

However, he didn't even budge when the man had entered and said that he would be on trial. He kept curled up into a ball, with his knees pulled up to his chest, thinking about how he wouldn't be let free... it was impossible to even try to think in a positive manner.

Laura sat in the corner of a one of the small cells, her eyes darting nervously back and forth from cell door to the spot where she sat as a shaking mass of fear. Her greasy and frizzed out hair was sloppily hanging over her once taunting and proud eyes, the same ones used to try and act innocent. Acting innocent wouldn't do her good here. Here, she was as good as dead. A terrible smudge of the reputation of wizards.

Laura laughed, which hurt her dry throat, a laugh with no humor in it. Just a dry, broken laugh. "Karama. This is Karma." She whispered, as she closed her eyes and leaned back in her cell. "And I won't die, because that would be too easy."