Mountainous Estate

Okay!

The Black Lake?

Cool by me!

Awesome!

I place Samantha in one of the cells, sealing the door to it. I grab some papers and a pen, waiting for her to wake up.

Heather: After putting Crest nice and snug in a straight-jacket with magic, I put him into one of the cells, right next to Sam's.

Sam: Having woken up, I'm huddled in one of the corner's of my cell, my eyes red and puffy from crying, tears still flowing down my face. When I see her throw Crest in the cell next to mine, I scream, "Crest!!" I look at Heather, glaring at her. "Let him go!!"

Heather: I start scratching more notes on my clip-board, which is lying flat on the desk. "I'm sorry, but I can't. He wanted to come here, so I granted him his wish."

Consciousness slowly creeps back to me as I look up and see Sam. "Dearest..."

Sam: "Crest..." I wipe my eyes; I'm beyond happy to see him, but the fact that we're separated by these cells and that Heather is here is irritating. I look at Heather, a glare on my face. "Let us go..."

Heather: "Happy yet angry at the same time... Interesting." I start writing down notes as if I didn't even hear her demand.

"As soon as we're out Heather... I swear to God, I will end you."

"But your Strayer rules forbid you to do that... Unless you break the rules of course." How interesting that would be...

OOC Brb

OOC Joker: "The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules"

IC

"I'm considering it."

Sam: My eyes widen at Crest's words. Would he... Really take a life?

Heather: I smirk, "Well, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself, would you? Even your fiance looks scared. You'd be a disappointment to your family. Do you really want to break that rule?"

"Doesn't mean I can't get you close to that point."

"True... But either way, I'm sure your fiance would be terrified of you. Do you really want that?"

Sam: "No I wouldn't! You deserve it!"

Heather: My eyes widen as I write her words down, "How interesting... Samantha Nuel, a sensitive and kind soul, saying someone deserves pain."

Sam: I blink, then shrink back, now feeling guilt for my words.

I struggle to free myself from my bonds.

"Good luck getting out of that." I take out his wand with my non-broken hand, "Especially without your wand, not that you'd be able to use it to free yourself anyway."

"You think any good fighter relies solely on a wand?"

OOC Crouch: *Whistles innocently*

"No. Raven Phantomhive is an example of that. She's a Death Eater, yet she uses Muggle combat." I smirk, "But our dear Crouch Junior does. Almost died when he lost his magic..."

I look around, studying the room around me.

"Don't think you'll be escaping anytime soon. I've learned with my mistake of trapping Crouch Junior and Jack Nuel in my asylum." In fact, Crouch would find a Strayer being in here very amusing.

Wow, your loyalty is easily won isn't it?

I stand up and run toward the window to Sam's cell head first, trying to break through it.

"Don't think I actually like Crouch. I'm forced to do as he says... I've lost my will to the bastard." I chuckle as he bangs repeatedly on the window, "That won't work either. It's bound magically."

I examine the rest of the cell, hoping to find some sort of vent or something I could crawl through.

"This is very interesting..." I start scribbling down more notes.

Sam: It bothers me, how she looks at everyone as lab rats. I walk to the window that shows me Crest's cell, placing my hand on it. She didn't put a straight-jacket on me.

I sit down, closing ym eyes and thinking of every possible situation and every outcome. None of them end in my victory.

Sam: "Why do you keep us in here? Wouldn't we be more of interest if we were free and doing something?"

Heather: "While that's true, I get some results by watching you in here."

Sam: My eyes water a little. I start looking around as well.