A/N: I own none of the characters.
Pop… Six… Squish… Uh-uh… Cicero… Lipshitz
Miss Susan Bones walked through the dark dank halls of Azkaban, tugging her trench coat tighter around her fragile frame. What am I doing here? She wondered, thinking to herself as she passed some of the zombie-like prisoners. If it wasn't for her patronus, she would most likely be like one of those behind steel bars. Thank Circe that she wasn't like the people she was here to interview.
Susan Bones now worked for the Daily Prophet and she was an article writer assigned to document the lives and the reasons of the famous good Hogwarts girls turned bad witches. She was surprised to hear about them in the news, seeing their names make headline news but apparently that wasn't enough to appease their readers. Who better to extract the details than one of their very own. Susan still couldn't believe her classmate would do something like that.
They were good girls, she would know. She went to Hogwarts with. They were her friends, classmates, even those who traveled from foreign lands for the Goblet of Fire tournament. They were lovely girls and yet somehow they ended in the biggest and baddest prison the world has ever created.
Turning the right corner, she followed the guard that led a separate wing for the merry murderess of the wizarding world. The non-stop rain here gave the atmosphere an even darker overcast, the faint dripping sound echoing throughout the quiet of the cells. Their footsteps a steady beat, mingling in harmony with the soft sound of raindrops. The steady rapping of fingertips tapping against the steel bars began to unnerve her. It was too quiet in this place as if the prisoners were expecting her and was waiting for the prey to give away her position.
"This is the first of the Merry Murderess…" The warden stated, stopping in front of a rusted barnacale encrusted cell door.
"Cho Chang, you got a visitor."