InsaneJournal

How the fuck was this his life? In the past twelve hours things had gone from boring but normal to turned completely upside down. Slumped over the small cot in the corner, he was staring at nothing in front of him. Zacharias had been looking forward to excitement, he certainly never expected to be the center of it all. He scrubbed his face with his physically clean hands, hoping he was just going to wake up and this was going to be not real.

He could still feel Potter's blood all over him, like he would never be clean again.

And to think they thought he was the one who killed Potter. If that was the cause he wouldn't have gotten caught standing over the body like a moron. Hell, if he had killed Potter there certainly wouldn't have been that much blood. It just bothered him. No, Zacharias Smith would have done a much better job of it - not that those sorts of thoughts and the I'm not really thinking here comments they prompted were supporting his case. Merlin, he just wanted to go home.

As far as he knew they couldn't have any solid evidence on him, which meant that they couldn't keep holding him. Zacharias Smith might have been arse, but he wasn't dumb. He knew his rights. And while he might have been a little bit screwed, they weren't going to lock him away without something more substantial.

Hearing someone outside his holding cell, he looked up again. "Time again for another round?"