Director Fury glanced at you before replying, “He knows how to withstand the silence.” You took the hint and nodded.
You had been asked to sit in on an interrogation session. And that meant observing in the other room with Director Fury while Natasha tried to get answers out of a man they believed hired a hit on the Director himself. Of course, it had been more of a staring contest in the last couple of hours. Both Agent Romanoff and the hostage refused to say anything to each other.
She slowly stood up and walked around the table, standing behind him. “Are you ready to talk yet?” she asked, leaning down close to him. The man huffed, but said nothing.
It was silent for several more seconds before Natasha grabbed him around the neck and slammed his head down onto the table with a loud scream. You jumped slightly, afraid for a second that she had lost her mind.
“Talk,” she demanded. “
Before me I saw a gorgeous blonde lying on the bed at the far end of the room, thrashing her head, pulling at her wrist restraints at the headboard and trying to kick her legs to break free of her ankle restraints.
Jamie, my cunning accomplice, was tickling her upper body quite frantically; he flitted his fingers around the girl's belly button, before gliding his hands up her stomach and parting ways to tickle both of her sides, and she was writhing ferociously.
I smiled and walked towards her, and she briefly turned her head as she heard my footsteps on the cold, concrete floor, but she quickly turned away again to resume her struggle.
I walked over to her bedside by her head and looked down at her as I got close.
She was beautiful. Her pale blue orbs for eyes, almost looking grey, were wide and magnificent, and her slightly wavy, long blonde hair that was strung across her face from the way she had be
"Are you here about Mr. Five?" the nurse scrawled across a clipboard as he spoke.
"Yes, the patient that we called about. You were told what the situation was, weren't you?"
The nurse sighed and nodded towards the door of the office and walked out. I followed him down the hall, struggling to keep his pace. He never looked up from his clipboard on our trip through the Asylum halls, even when he had to step around gurneys and patients. I kept the brim of my hat tipped forward throughout the walk. Something about the way crazy people stare, it unsettles me. The nurse tilted his head back towa
Hermione and the rest of the acknowledged DA girls quickly awoke to find themselves trapped in stock-like contraptions with their hands tied behind their backs and as Hermione made efforts to turn around she soon realized that only a select few of the girls from the DA (Cho Chang, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood) were trapped within these devices and she could imagine why, as the others began to stir she tried to whisper to Cho Chang ,who was opposite her but before she could she was loudly interrupted by Professor Umbridge.
Hello, my naughty students. I believe there is something about your activities you wish to share with me she announced loudly with a toad-like grin on her face.
Ginny was the first to respond, whipping her crimson hair up as she looked Umbridge in the eye Where are the others? What did you do with them? She demanded.
Oh dont you worry my dear, the only reason you four are here is th
Violet looked up from the cold, metal table in front of her and stared at the man who had just entered the room. He was wearing a long, white coat that he had fastened and so any clothes that he may have been wearing were out of sight. He was 5’11 and judging by how healthy he looked, weighed around 150lbs. His dark hair suited his pale green eyes and he fluttered them unintentionally at Violet. His skin was tanned which was strange considering it was winter. Maybe it was just his face; the rest of his skin was covered by his coat and his hands were behind his back. It could also be the gloomy room that they were both situated in that made his skin appear to be a different colour than it was. They locked eyes, and the pale green shone into Violet’s own dark violet-blue eyes and made her feel instantly relaxed and calm. She gave a nervous smile, and he returned it, allowing her to see his gleaming white teeth.
Instead of sitting on the chair oppo