A mere month. Gellert had been here for almost four months now and he was still having severe trouble adjusting. He had acquiesed to his job and managed to not kill or seriously main his roommate, but that still did not mean that he had adjusted. He wished to be free to do what he wanted, but he was smart and he would not just lash out suddenly with the Governing Board watching his every move. "I know of Azkaban. Never had the personal pleasure." No, because his location of incarceration had definitely been chosen with the intent to rub it into his face.
He raised his eyebrows slowly, taking note of the scowl on the boy's face. "To compare a mere man to Dementors, he must be a terrible individual indeed."