It wouldn't be too much longer before she'd have to do rounds. Standing at the bureau she made coffee. No tea today. Worn out and emotionally drained, the Warden had ill-tempered thoughts about bureaucracy. How dare they say Azkaban didn't meet their expectations. The prisoners provided a variety of services to the benefit of the wider wizarding world enabling them to repay some of their debt to society. We don't drain the bank with useless frippery.
A knock resounded against the thick wood door. "Come in."
"Madam Warden, there's some difficulty with prisoner 06038.
The warden groaned. "What is the problem this time Mr. Callus?"
The prison guard sighed. "We believe he is trying to undermine the binding. We've put him in solitary for the moment."
"What!" The Warden raged. "You great fool, his file says 'No Solitary.'" She grabbed her wand, left the man behind gusting down the hall to the lift. When it ground to a halt she charged out, tearing toward the cell. Footfalls echoing like hammers in her head. An Officer ran to meet her. "He doesn't seem to be doing anything at the moment. The prisoner is in cell 6."
"Remind me to suspend you." Swiftly approaching the cell. Fear and tension coalesced in the pit of her stomach, heavy as lead and hard as a diamond. Sonorous. "Mr. Snape lay flat on the floor, put your hands behind your head. On the count of five, four, three, two, one." She stepped closer firing a body-binding curse, reapplying the anti-disapparation, and silencing charms. She cast a revealing spell to make sure he was in position. Good. She unwarded the door to enter.