Francis woke up the next morning – at least, he thought it was morning. It was still dark in the cell, so he couldn't tell. – feeling oddly warm, despite how cold the room still was. Still drowsy from sleep, he didn't realize why until something shifted slightly in his arms. He looked down and saw Zoë curled against his chest.
He made to lay her down, but found that he didn't want to let her go. So he waited for a while longer until she woke up.
She opened her eyes blearily, yawning and stretching as she began to wake up.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Francis smirked.
"Morning…" muttered Zoë. Her stomach grumbled hungrily and Francis got up and searched the cell.
There was a small bit of bread and a glass of water in the corner near the door. Francis continued looking for a second serving but found nothing. He gave the plate to Zoë, claiming that he was fine and had eaten while she was asleep.
Zoë, believing his lie, devoured the bread and water in about thirty seconds. She then made her way around the cell, feeling the walls and floor for any possible ways of escaping.
After thoroughly searching the entire area, Zoë gave up and sank to the floor. Francis, however, had another idea.
He quickly muttered a spell under his breath… Nothing happened. He tried another, also with no success. Francis tried about a dozen different spells that he thought could get them out of there, but nothing worked.
"Crap," He said. "It's magic proof."
That was when Zoë lost hope. She gathered her knees to her chest and let out a small sob. Francis, feeling helpless, knelt beside her and rubbed her arm in a consoling kind of way.
"I n-never g-got to say goodb-bye to m-my f-f-family!" She wailed. "And n-now I m-might n-never see them again!"
Francis pulled her into a hug and she cried into his shoulder.
"Shhh, don't give up, Zoë. You'll see them again. I promise." But the entire time he said it, Francis knew it was going to take a miracle to get them out of this…
OoOoO
When evening came around, another plate was passed through the door. Whoever it was that sent it, however, kept themselves hidden in the shadows.
Despite his protests that Zoë take it all, she split the bread in half and they ate their share of the food in silence.
"Hey, Zoë?" He said, dusting the crumbs from his jacket.
"Hmm?"
"Who do you think is the person behind this all? I mean, who would hate us enough to keep us here?"
"I… don't know," she said thoughtfully. "But whoever it is will be receiving a major butt kicking when I get out of her."
"Now, now," said a voice. "There's no need for violence."
The thing they both had been wondering most was answered when a man stepped out of the shadows.
A/N: Ooooh, who could it be? :D