"What's that?" he demanded of the timid elf.

Rodolphus had expected dinner to be the same as always, bland food, room temperature water and not enough of either. But when the white and black elf that reminded him of a cow handed him his nightly tray there was also a small vial of red liquid beside his fork.

"Miss Lilith is giving sir a potion for his heart." it replied, squirming beneath his hard gaze and looking like it wanted to run away.

The prisoner let out a grunt of disapproval before pulling the tray into his cell. He set it on his cot and stared at the vial as he rolled it between his palms. Rodolphus had taken potions most of his teenage years after a few fainting spells but that had been a looooong time ago. He had half a mind to leave it untouched on his tray just to spite the meddling witch. He certainly hadn't fucking asked her for anything, and didn't want anything from her. Still if they were going to carry out the plan he would need to be in as good of health as possible.

"Just take it." Antonin said quietly, in his smooth voice that had always seemed to charm the ladies. "The time is coming."

The older man was peering at him through Lucian's cell, pausing in his ever constant pacing. He was almost more of a caged animal than the wolf across the way. Rodolphus nodded knowing that Dolohov was right and he'd never forgive himself if he ruined it for himself. His brother would wait for him should anything happen but none of the others would, nor would he wait for them. Perhaps in the old days he would have, or if things weren't so fucking awful in that place.

For some reason he felt like he was swallowing his pride along with the potion but did it anyway and Rabastan gave him a half smile. Imprisonment had made the younger Lestrange soft, he thought to himself. His brother had never been so nervous or aloof before Azkaban, now he pretty much just sat in the back of his cell and looked around listlessly. Rod hated seeing his brother like that and had felt the need to protect him from the look of panic in his eyes when the witch had approached him. He hadn't protected him enough in the past and regretted it.

"How much longer do you think it'll be?" Finn asked no one in particular, rubbing his dark mark.

Their marks had begun tingling nearly two weeks prior.

"It can't be too much longer." Lucius mused, stretching his long legs on the cot, tray set in his lap. "It tingles more each day."

Rodolphus had never really cared for the Malfoys, never liked being looked down upon but they'd never failed to get the job done when called upon. Well the elder one hadn't anyway, junior had backed down quite fantastically at Hogwarts.

"It takes as long as it takes." Antonin admonished his fellow DeathEaters for their impatience. "And we'll wait patiently, he always has a plan and a reason."

Dolohov leaned his weight against the bars, arms hanging out the front and smiled grimly. My hair had grown far too long, he thought, blowing a piece out of his eye, I look ridiculous. Not that he got a look at himself all that often. Five years they'd been rotting away, five years since the end of the war when they'd been unceremoniously dumped into their hell hole. Unable to use it, his magic was draining that much further each day and it made him sick to think that ten, maybe twenty years more and it would be pretty much gone. The plan had to work, he thought, and immediately felt guilty. It would work, of course it would, this was the dark lord.

"I would feel better if we had more details." Fenrir admitted, also draping his arms over the bars. "I like to be prepared."

Thorfinn nodded, his thick blonde hair settling around his shoulders like a blanket.

"We'll have to be ready for anything, just like the old days." he grinned, feeling some of the old excitement return in the from of a shiver up his spine.

"Hopefully it'll be near the new moon." the wolf said, looking past his friend to the window past his shoulder. He was at his strongest in the two days leading up to the full moon and they may very well need it.

Dolohov smiled sinisterly, his dark eyes sparkling in the torchlight.

"Have faith brothers."