The Rules of the Game

I explained all the prison rules to Malfoy. There were a lot of them. Sections were not to mix, the curfews, rations, the lines to do laundry once a week, work hours — though we could work overtime if we wanted. Ha.

Finally he asked, "Did you have to kill someone for that blanket?"

"No. Percy got it for me." When I saw his funny look I explained. "He works overtime."

"For Death Eaters?" Wasn't much I could say to that. Percy was Percy.

Then Malfoy got this pitying look on his face.

"Just how long have you been here, Ron?"