Noelle's heart broke for this kid. She frowned at him, knowing what it was like to not listen to their mother. Her mom had told her to stay away from Knockturn Alley. She treated it like a Haunted House. Something that was scary but very intriguing. She didn't know or understand the full extent of the danger until she was in it.

But this boy had been in Diagon Alley. Taken right out of the blue. He'd been picked and tricked into going down. Noelles mouth huffed as she became infuriated. "These.... " She had to restrain herself from saying a curse word. How dare they!! Pulling children from even Diagon Alley and taking them here? There must be loads of kids taken! This has to be stopped!!"

Noelle stood and stomped her foot. She was mad. Her face a red and blotchy. "And you said a guy took you? Not a goblin? Or a witch?" She asked Mason, tilting her head. There must be a whole system in place. Oh no.... Would they ever get out then? She had to come up with some way to get out of here.

Poor Sabbie.

He looked hurt and mad when she had pulled away, but in all honesty, all the human contact she had in the last.... However long they'd been here, had not been good. She had been petrified, tossed around, smacked numerous times, and spat at. She didn't want to be touched by anyone. Even Sabbie. Which was sad, but she couldn't help it. Even the rats were no help to being gentle. They bit and scratched if you didn't pay close attention.

Then Sabbie began to sing.
And loudly.

His sorrowful tones filled the dungeons and traveled up. Noelle sat back down on the bench and scooted over so Mason could sit. "Im sorry Mason. I wish you didn't have to be here, but you are. But Sabbies right, when you get home, maybe your mother will get you a crup." When. Not if.

Noelles as going to get them out. Her eyes were trained on the door of the cell as Dabbie sang.