Who: Bayleigh and Millie What: Torture, Azkaban, etc When: Thursday, December 30th Where: Azkaban Warnings: IDK
Bayleigh's visits to Azkaban, in her mind, were few and too far between. This was from her own perspective, of course, and if anyone was paying attention, they'd be likely to disagree. It was highly unusual for someone to enjoy going to the prison and seeking opportunities to do so. Since her initial visit, she had already dropped in to assist with torture sessions three times, this making the third. Her previous engagement in torture had been just as she suggested to Millicent, making prisoners yank a sled down the hallway. She had vastly enjoyed that occasion, having worn a red Santa hat and brought forth an old fashioned whip to make her make shift reindeer go faster. It didn't work, but it was still strangely exciting for her.
On Christmas day, before Millie had a chance to depart from her home, Bayleigh had suggested they celebrate the upcoming New Year a few days ahead of time; together and in Azkaban. Bayleigh suspected she'd be in the company of her Father and his colleagues, but she wanted to ensure she had a chance to celebrate the occasion with Millie. Millie was practically the only person she cared about celebrating with anymore, but that was hardly a secret.
She had brought a duffel bag with her on this particular occasion, having filled it various 'toys.' She watched as the prisoner she had idly pointed out to Millie earlier was hoisted up into the air by an enchanted chain, slowly placing the duffel bag down. Unzipping it, she glanced to Millie. "I tried to grab things that would be exciting for us. I think this might be my favorite," she said; yanking out the old Bludger bat she had from her childhood. Her Mother had always been proud of her abilities with the bat and had been quite disheartened when Bayleigh outright refused to try out for the school team or even a professional league. Though Bayleigh had enjoyed the sport, she refused to partake in it, wanting no comparison to her Mother. She sacrificed the sport in order to prevent it. Only on occasion did she regret that decision.
She slung the bat over her shoulder, standing to look at Millie. "See anything in there you might like to use?"