Missed Us?

“This is getting old now,” Jen called over to Rob from the floor which she’d taken up residence upon. “Are they going to let us out yet?”

There was no sound from the cell opposite her own but Jen could hear the steady breathing of her brother. She sighed and put her hands behind her head. The whole charade was beginning to get boring and she was still trying to understand why they were still there. What was society if you didn’t have the Dent siblings? Azkaban had improved though. They’d begun to fill out again due to the better meals that were being served. Bread and water had been ditched and the mould was gone for good. They now received meats, fruit, pasta and a lot of other things. Rob had given up being a vegetarian and took everything he could get because just relying on the fruit, veg and pasta wasn’t doing him a lot of good. Both, especially Jen, looked a lot healthier than they had been before and Jen could no longer count her ribs as easily as she was able to. She’d even become more buxom but how that had happened she didn’t know. It did, however, give her an angle because the prison guards like it – they liked it a lot.

Jenifer watched a guard walk by and she smirked, spying the wand in a holster by his hip. She licked her lips in anticipation and looked at his left hand. He was unmarried, young and naive. Jen rose up onto her feet and popped one of the shirt buttons open. It would give him a more than generous view of her bust and it was probably the last pair of breasts he’d ever see if she got her way. Jen crossed the floor span of the cell and pressed herself up against the bars of the cell. She curled each hand around a bar and waited for the guard to pass. He did once and spared her a glance but he stopped mid step when he realised exactly what he’d seen. He turned and looked at her, his eyes travelling to the milky skin of her chest. She smiled shyly and gestured for him to come closer. The poor naive lad stepped forward and Jen reached out, grabbing his shirt collar. She pulled him against the bars and pressed her lips against his own.

She couldn’t have been that desperate, you say, but in fact she was and Jen’s hands travelled south with the intention of distracting him before grabbing his wand. She unbuckled the belt and quickly took his wand from the holster. She pointed it to his neck and he froze up. Jen looked apologetically at him and mumbled the Killing Curse. The guard fell away from her and the sound caught the attention of a few other inmates. She unlocked the cell door and opened it up. She grinned and laughed a laugh akin to one that would escape from the mouth of a mental patient. She knelt down and searched the guard, taking a few Galleons and some other valuables. She put her hands inside the robes and struck gold. She pulled a couple of wands out from inside and smirked. She unbuckled the holster and tied it around her own waist. She put the wands in the holster and kept the guard’s one gripped in her hand. She looked at her brother and flicked her wand at the cell.

“C’mon. Get a move on.” She hissed as the cell door opened. More guards would come their way but they could handle it, even with wands that weren’t their own. Plus, killing all of the Ministry’s guards would probably inconvenience the Minister for a while. Jenifer smiled gleefully and flicked her wand up and down the hallway, opening up all of the cells. A few people snuck out and some even began laughing hysterically at the thought of being free. Jen smirked to herself and looked at the sleepy form of her brother. “I’m not going to kill you if you move yourself. Right now, it’s tempting to finish what I started. Someone’s bound to notice in a minute and send some Aurors so let’s be quick shall we?” She gestured for them to go down the hall before quickly taking off in that direction.

Azkaban wasn’t a place that was particularly happy but Rob noted with much enthusiasm that they were going out of their way to keep them alive. It was this type of thinking, though, that brought the Dementors back into his cell. He quickly banished the absent thoughts of semi-contentment from his mind and cast a look over at his sister’s cell when she spoke. Jen was obviously as impatient as he was when it came to dealing with the boredom that Azkaban provided. They were both restless and were both still wondering why they were being kept there. Rob thought it an injustice – the potion addicts of Britain were being deprived.

He watched as the new guard walked by and shook his head. Rob turned over and ignored Jen and the silly, young guard that probably had no idea how to disarm them. It wasn’t as if they were on any magical suppressants anymore. He was furious with the system of law. Whatever happened to trials? He felt like a younger, alive and far more attractive Sirius Black. Jen had shot him but he really didn’t care – it was nothing new, she just inflicted a lot more pain that time. He’d been committing the same crime he’d been committing since he turned twenty-two so there was nothing new there. The Ministry had inadvertently gotten rid of assets that could either make or break the Wizarding world if they aided the right side and knowing Jen, she’d move to show the Ministry up in every way possible – beginning with their escape; whenever that was.

Rob heard something hit the stone floor and a cell door opened. He turned over again and sat up, surprised to see Jen stood outside her cell with the poor little guard at her feet. Rob blinked and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. That was faster than I expected. He mused. His cell door was unlocked and he got up. He crossed the room and pushed the door open. He raised an eyebrow at her and took one of the wands from her hand. “I love you too, darlin’.” He smiled and followed her down the hallway. “So...what did you do? I missed it.”

He expected a look of disbelief and he wasn’t disappointed. Where were the Dementors though? And the other guards? How the bloody hell were they getting away with this? Rob crept along behind his sister and the two descended down a spiral staircase that span through the whole tower. They stepped onto the bottom floor and found it completely empty. Jen stopped where she was and looked around suspiciously. Rob took one of the torches out of the holders on the wall and held it up to get some more light. “Where are they?” He questioned, looking warily at the door. It was left open a tick and he could see the raging sea and rain outside.