Make Us An Example

The thoughts, they came and went fast, but the more they came the more he wanted to lose himself inside of his own head. It was a strange feeling, one he never wanted to experience ever again. The legends and rumors about Azkaban, Aaron now believed them to be false. Nothing could have prepared him for what was going through his head.

Things he had not thought of in years now seemed to bloom up in his head. The only logical defense seemed to be to succumb to them and just lay in a corner, delving deep into his own thoughts so as to not have to worry about it. Luckily, he was a very skilled Occlumens and when everything seemed at its worst, he would block it out as quickly as it came.

For a few moments, he had completely forgotten he was even in that place, and the resounding reality that he was came flying back in his face. It was like a dream when one is falling and the jolt that wakes you up. His eyes shot open and he realized where he was. He wanted to groan, to let out a cry of despair, but instead he shook it off and went back to the conversation with Jack.

"I have no pen and paper," He said, the anguish in his voice becoming increasingly more noticeable. "I can convince anyone you need me to though, just tell me how to get into contact with them." This was the one thing he had been looking forward to in the first place. Figuring out the ins and out of the Order. As of now, he knew very little of the workings, but soon enough he would have all he needed.

He did not have a pen nor paper- Jack had figured she could make use of at least one. If he had a pen, it would have been easy enough, anyway. The Death Eaters did not rely on sight, but on the feelings of despair. When he left, they would be so preoccupied with the fact that he was leaving to notice any sort of instructions penned on his arm.

And if he had paper... well, her hands had been bleeding.

She thought for a moment. The Order was not very open minded and they really did not trust the Death Eaters or any other outsiders. "Jess Potter and Michael Tremaine work at Hogwarts. Tell them I sent you. If Michael asks how to trust me, tell him the marble still transforms well into a cat. Jess should know- he was on board."