Who: Bayleigh and Millie What: Millie has a present. When: Sunday evening. Where: Crouch Manor. Warnings: descriptions of violence, for starters. Status: Incomplete
Azkaban was an old place. For the most part, that was a good thing; its age made it fearsome, and the magic that secured its prisoners was rooted deep in the stone. It took a lot of abuse, though, from both the inmates and the guards. Possibly more from the guards, since their movements were less restricted, and they hardly held back on the violence.
One of the shackles had been cracking for a while, helped along by the man who was wearing them. He'd finally broken free of them, which was possibly the stupidest thing he could have done: he was free of the shackles, but not of his cell, and even if he'd had a plan to get out of the cell, there was no way in hell he was getting off this rock alive.
As it was, she'd been very creative with her use of the broken metal in bringing him near death, so close that shackling him wasn't even necessary. So many bones in his body were broken, he was bleeding from a head wound. She didn't expect him to last a half hour, but she left him anyway, wanting him to enjoy being cold, alone, and in pain as he died.
She'd taken the shackle to the office to see what could be done about it, but as it turned out, a new one needed to be forged, as well as new keys, in order to ensure the magic that bound them together (and thus, their prisoner) remained solid. So Millicent (and the other guards) all had the keys that had been bound to these particular cuffs, and they were useless to them now.
Not being one for keepsakes, Millicent had been about to throw the key away, when it occurred to her that it would make a decent gift for Bayleigh. She wasn't much into gift giving, but something told her that Bayleigh would like it. So, after returning home from work on Sunday afternoon, she Flooed to Crouch Manor in search of her friend.