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siriusly_loving_gary · 07-10-2006, 08:10 PM

Nothing more to add.
Today's snippet is the shortest of them all, but I'd say it's my favourite so far. So enjoy it!

PART TEN - Scratches

I must say that I think daily scratches are rather pointless. Making a scratch everyday doesn't make sense and it doesn’t make time go by any faster. If I made them my whole wall would be covered by them by now. I think that I’ve been here for nine or ten years already, maybe elven. And besides, I’ve started sleeping at odd times of the day, so it’s probably not morning every time I wake up. So the scratches wouldn’t match the number of days in here.

Scratches also don’t tell you what day of the week it is or the date. You just know how long you’ve been in here, and that would only depress you further. And that’s something you surely don’t need. Of course you could count them and do the maths to find out the date, but before you finish the Dementors would be here and you’d have to start again.

Instead I make scratches for a different reason. I count something, but not the days. A while ago I’ve started a game and I’ve discovered that it’s quite nice. Not fun, because there is no fun in Azkaban, but at least it’s something to pass the time.

I walk over to the narrow and barred window and peek down. The ocean is rumbling below me. The waves crash against the rocks and small water droplets are thrown high into the air. But not so high that they could reach me. The sun is not shining, it hardly ever does here. I haven’t seen it for months. Instead a thin fog is hanging above the water.

I spit down. It hits the rocks. I swear silently. Missed it.

I try again. I gather as much spit as I can, which is quite a lot, considering that I don’t get a lot of drinks in here, and spit it out. It neatly lands in the ocean, a few metres away from the shore. Well done, didn’t miss this time.

But in this place you can’t even cheer properly. The Dementors would sense my happiness immediately. They’d come to my cell and they’d suck out this little happiness. I’d have to relive that terrible Halloween night over and over again. I’ve done that often enough already, I don’t need to do it again.

Instead I walk over to the wall and make another scratch. By now there are almost two thousand on my wall.

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So, that's the last snippet of the first half. I think I already said it once: if anyone has a good suggestion for a snippet I'll be glad to write more than twenty.

07-10-2006, 08:10 PM	#40 (permalink)
siriusly_loving_gary Billywig Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Vienna, Austria Posts: 3,686	Grim Lover Nothing more to add. Today's snippet is the shortest of them all, but I'd say it's my favourite so far. So enjoy it! PART TEN - Scratches I must say that I think daily scratches are rather pointless. Making a scratch everyday doesn't make sense and it doesn’t make time go by any faster. If I made them my whole wall would be covered by them by now. I think that I’ve been here for nine or ten years already, maybe elven. And besides, I’ve started sleeping at odd times of the day, so it’s probably not morning every time I wake up. So the scratches wouldn’t match the number of days in here. Scratches also don’t tell you what day of the week it is or the date. You just know how long you’ve been in here, and that would only depress you further. And that’s something you surely don’t need. Of course you could count them and do the maths to find out the date, but before you finish the Dementors would be here and you’d have to start again. Instead I make scratches for a different reason. I count something, but not the days. A while ago I’ve started a game and I’ve discovered that it’s quite nice. Not fun, because there is no fun in Azkaban, but at least it’s something to pass the time. I walk over to the narrow and barred window and peek down. The ocean is rumbling below me. The waves crash against the rocks and small water droplets are thrown high into the air. But not so high that they could reach me. The sun is not shining, it hardly ever does here. I haven’t seen it for months. Instead a thin fog is hanging above the water. I spit down. It hits the rocks. I swear silently. Missed it. I try again. I gather as much spit as I can, which is quite a lot, considering that I don’t get a lot of drinks in here, and spit it out. It neatly lands in the ocean, a few metres away from the shore. Well done, didn’t miss this time. But in this place you can’t even cheer properly. The Dementors would sense my happiness immediately. They’d come to my cell and they’d suck out this little happiness. I’d have to relive that terrible Halloween night over and over again. I’ve done that often enough already, I don’t need to do it again. Instead I walk over to the wall and make another scratch. By now there are almost two thousand on my wall. -------- So, that's the last snippet of the first half. I think I already said it once: if anyone has a good suggestion for a snippet I'll be glad to write more than twenty. __________________ Gary Oldman :: Harry Potter :: Sirius Black :: German Forum :: Journal The question is: is to have had and lost better than it not happening at all?