Theme # 46: Dungeon


He had that right to mutter darkly under his breath, as he stepped out of the dungeons. What an unfair detention! Perhaps it had been his fault, too. He should have spoken up, let the potions master know it had not been him. But then, when had the potions master ever listened to him?

He pushed his square-framed spectacles up the bridge of his nose, rubbed his hands together to warm them up, and quietly stepped into the library.

- The one place he could find peace in, when it seemed to have evaporated off the rest of the earth.