InsaneJournal

Who: Fenrir Greyback and some NPC guards
What: Escaping!
Where: Azkaban to start, we'll see after.
When: 9am, Thursday Nov. 13
Rating: PG-13 at least, Fenrir is gonna kill some folks on his way out.



At 08:00 hours, the wake up call sounded through the prison, and Fenrir opened his eyes to another boring day in Azkaban. He climbed off his make-shift bed and walked to the sink, using an old, dirty cloth to scrub his face a bit to wake him up fully. He always had to be alert, ready for anything, because you never knew what was going to happen. After pulling on a clean set of prison stripes, he stood at the barred cell door and waited for the guard to come along and let him out for breakfast. He sighed, as this whole process was taking longer than normal, and he was pretty sure he'd heard the sound of a wand hit the floor further up the hall. Clumsy, never let go of your wand in this place. A few jeering calls floated down to where he was, and he wondered what was different about this morning, as the other inmates were usually pretty quiet before breakfast.

Eventually the guard reached his cell, and he could immediately see why the morning was different. This wasn't the normal guard for their section. It was some scrawny little newbie, one who clearly hadn't been here long, he could tell by the shaking of the boy's hands. He must have just made it through training recently, he was green as could be. The kid nervously waved the wand and unlocked Fenrir's cage. "Take you bloody time," Fenrir growled at the kid as he stepped out and moved by him. He let a little snarl follow it up, and was pretty sure the guy looked close to wetting himself, but he didn't stick around to see if he would. He was hungry.

Once in the mess hall, Fenrir sat at his customary table, and waited for his food to be brought to him. He wasn't allowed in line, he'd caused too many problems in the close quarters of people trying to get their food, and when Fenrir was hungry, he was especially vicious. He'd killed two people before they stopped letting him in the line. So while everyone else filed through with next to no trouble, his raw meat was brought to him where he sat. It had taken a while to get something he was actually interested in eating when he'd first been brought in, but they realized he was more complient and less agressive when they fed him raw meat, so they caved. Of course the stuff they gave him could hardly be considered meat. Clearly it was the kind of thing that the butcher of some place couldn't sell, so they sent it his way. Still, it was better then the slop that everyone else ate.

A few people joined him at his table, fellow Death Eaters, they all went way back to the first war. He didn't say much to anyone, mostly listened. Fenrir was a man of few words, but his words were always well placed. And though some seemed to think this meant he was stupid, he was actually a bit brilliant, much to the displeasure of most people. He was tearing at a particularly rough piece of meat, not really paying attention to what the others were saying, when his ears perked up and he turned his head slightly in the direction of the conversation that was taking place a bit away from him. Fenrir had excellent hearing, due to his being a werewolf, and he could hear things most others couldn't. Including whispered conversations in the middle of a crowded room. It sounded like two of the greener guards were talking about something going on in the Wizarding world, something about Inferi, and how most of the more experienced guards were called to help with that, leaving them in charge. They sounded nervous, and were obviously being careful not to be over heard by the inmates, but they were too new to know that Fenrir was different, and clearly their superiors hadn't properly warned them.

A plan was starting to form in his head. At the end of the breakfast period, when everyone was being lined up and marched back to their cells, Fenrir hung towards the back of the crowd, and waited until the last person left. Then he sat down at one of the tables, and waited. Sure enough, a guard had counted and realized someone was missing, and came back to make him follow.

"No," Fenrir said with a smile. "I'm happy right here, think I'll stay for a while."