Post by Antonin Dolohov on Jan 8, 2007 6:48:56 GMT -5
Another year had gone by and Antonin was another year older, but yet he felt twice his age. Spending all the time in Azkaban had really taken a tole on him. Every day that had passed had seemed like a year. He really didn't have room to complain after all he was still alive after all, more then he could say about some of his fellow Death Eaters.
Antonin laid on his bed staring up into the ceiling, in his cold dark uncomfortable cell that he had gotten used to by now. He didn't expect anything to happen this year for his birthday, after all nothing ever happened. He knew he couldn't hear anything from Harvey because of the risk of the Ministry discovering the whereabouts of his wife. As he laid there in his old hard uncomfortable bed he herd some commotion from down the hall. He got up to see who it was, but they were still to far down the hall for him to see them yet.
Antonin laid on his bed staring up into the ceiling, in his cold dark uncomfortable cell that he had gotten used to by now. He didn't expect anything to happen this year for his birthday, after all nothing ever happened. He knew he couldn't hear anything from Harvey because of the risk of the Ministry discovering the whereabouts of his wife. As he laid there in his old hard uncomfortable bed he herd some commotion from down the hall. He got up to see who it was, but they were still to far down the hall for him to see them yet.
