What: Time for a visit, me thinks!
When: Really, it's so hard to tell time anymore.
Where: A nice ice cream parlor off the east coast of Berlin. Or, you know, Azkaban
Status/Rating: Incomplete / Probably high. For blood.
( But he was losing himself. He was losing his sense of time and all perspective. He didn't want to just become another boy in one of the cells of Azkaban. )