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?"
