Josh had no idea for how long he had been copying the words on parchments yet judging from the slight pain warning his wrist, he could tell that he had written....like A LOT. However, this book seemed to have so many pages that it looked like if he'd ever try to copy it all, he was probably only going to leave this dungeon when he was thirty. And that meant wasting the best days of his youth copying a book in a dark dungeon. Definitely not the way he had been imagining to live it. On the other hand that was a detention, so he had to obey whatever Madam Donovan said. No complaints or else.

Changing to the next ancient smelling page, the Gryffindor boy dipped the quill in the black ink again before turning back to the parchment. Then sighing he began to wrote the next sentence and just when he copied the last word of it, Madam Donovan took all his attention by speaking up after so long time. There wasn't a problem, was there? Well...he just hoped she was not going to tell him to start over again. Maybe there was a lot to write down yet he wanted to keep his progress. Not to mention it was harder to copy a book with a deepy broken heart.

Nevertheless, seconda after he had found out that she was not going to make him restart. She jus asked if...he wanted to ger out of this place? Was that real? He was not imagining things, right? Maybe the smell of the ink was messing with his brain.

*Blink blink*

Or it was real. ''Yes, Madam'' so he said looking at her with tired dark brown eyes. ''Please. It is...'' was he supposed to mention the rest? Would she care about it anyway? ''...i am sorry.''