WHO: Ginny Weasley and Nearly Headless Nick WHAT: Visiting the prisoner WHERE: Isolation Cells in the dungeon WHEN: BACKDATED to the Saturday after This WHY: Because Ginny is locked up and Nick wants to try and help RATING: TBD STATUS: INCOMPLETE
Ginny was already losing track of things. She'd tried so bloody hard to track the time and now she couldn't remember how long it had been. She closed her eyes, though in the dark cell it didn't make all that much of a difference, and took a deep breath trying to keep focused on something, anything, but her head just spun and she let out a defeated sigh. How long had she been here? How long would they keep her locked in the too small cell? She hadn't been able to find a comfortable sitting position at first, but now her legs were pretty numb from the cold and awkward angles they were at so it didn't really matter anymore now did it.
At first she was measuring time by when someone would drop off meager scraps for her to pick at in relationship to how tired she was. But then she realized they weren't going to feed her everyday so that plan had quickly gone down in flames. Her stomach ached with hunger and her head gave a small throb as if to show it's dissatisfaction as well. Bugger.
She lifted a hand to her face, it was clammy and cool. That was probably not a good sign. Neither was seeing things and yet, she did. She saw a soft far off glow leaking in from the cracks in the door. She shook her head to try and rid herself of the hallucination, but it wouldn't budge.