[P] Levitates the imposter in

[Aphasia Fae]

*disapparates*

[Draco Malfoy]

*turns round, to glare at Aphasia as she leaves*

Right, now Bletchley.

*smirks and turns the key in the lock*

[Miles Bletchley]

*tries to move unsuccessfully, his insides still hurting*

*can't do anything but listen*

[Aphasia Fae]

*apparates, wand firmly in pocket and leans silentley against the wall*

[Draco Malfoy]

*drops his wand in his pocket and clears his throat, strolling into the cell and standing opposite Bletchley*

*pauses before clenching his fist and punching him across the face hard*

That's for trying to lay my woman.

*punches his stomach equally as hard*

And that's for being so damn stupid, Bletchley.


*kicks round the back of his knees making him fall forward*

I'll release you tomorrow on the condition that you stay away from here and stay away from Silvery.

*releases him from his Petrified state and steps back to the entrance of the cell*

Deal?

[Miles Bletchley]

*he can only manage a nod as is out of breath, blood dripping from his face onto the cold hard floor*

[Draco Malfoy]

Good.

*steps back out and locks the cell*

*turns to Aphasia and smirks*

I think he needs time to think about 'things'. Let's go.

*disapparates*

[Aphasia Fae]

*disapparates*

[Silvery Bletchley]

*apparates, taking advantage of the fact that Draco is busy*

*points her wand at Miles, who's laying motionless on the floor*

*levitates his body, setting it down close to the bars where she can reach him*

*looks down at his battered bleeding face, noticing he's trying to look at her but can't*

*shakes her head and sighs*

Miles...you stupid fool.

*pulls out a vial out of her pocket and reaches through the bars, removing his gag...puts it up to his lips and tells him to drink*

It's a pain killer...don't tell anyone I was here.

*replaces the gag, stands up, points her wand again and places him back as he was before she moved him*

*disapparates*

[Draco Malfoy]

*apparates*

*walks up to the cell slowly, his eyes squinting in the dulled light*


I've been far too good to you, Bletchley.

See you tomorrow then, friend.

*disapparates*

[Draco Malfoy]

*apparates in front of the cell*

Afternoon, Bletchley.

*smirks and eats his pasty*

Mmm, this tastes sooo good.

[Miles Bletchley]

*slowly opens his eyes, which have finally begun to clear up, and looks up at Draco, the smell of food making his stomach grumble*

*wonders when the torture will finally end*

[Draco Malfoy]

*dangles the keys in front of him*

I trust you won't be back here in a hurry? All will be well if you just stay away from the manor. You're more trouble than your worth.

*turns the key in the rusty lock and steps in the cell, crinkling his nose at the dried blood on the floor*

*cuts his hand ties with his wand, passes Bletchley his wand and steps back out the cell, waiting for him to free himself*

[Miles Bletchley]

*takes off his gag and undoes the rest of his binds, his limbs sore and body aching*

*puts his wand in his pocket and slowly stands up, using the wall for support*

*stumbles out of the cell, turns to Draco and nods without a word*

*disapparates*

[Draco Malfoy]

*polishes off his pasty and disapparates*

*sends for the house elf to collect the key and scrub the blood from the floor*