“Help! Help!” the woman laughs as she stumbles along in Xander’s grasp, “I’m being oppressed!”
Rolling his eyes, the young prison guard throws the deranged woman into her cell, causing her to fall to her knees. He quickly shuts the prison bars and glares at her through them.
“My, my, sir,” the woman began smirking up at her guard, “You just met me, no need to be so aggressive with me yet.”
“Ms. Clement, is it?” Xander begins nervously, “I am your prison guard, nothing more.”
“Well, that just means you’ll be seeing me 더 많이 often, am I right?”
He is disgusted and turns to hastily walk away when he hears the woman’s voice again.
“And 당신 can call me Anastasia, stranger.”
Xander does not turn but gives a curt nod back to the woman and keeps on walking down the dully lit hallway and back to his quarters.
“I don’t know how he expects me to do this!” Xander says as he threw himself on his cot.
“Who expects 당신 do to what, Xan?” says his roommate Joshua from across the room.
“My father. He always expects me to look after these people and I just-”
“Well aren’t prison guards supposed to, 당신 know, guard the prisoners?” Josh said sarcastically.
Disgusted, Xander throws a 베개 at Josh’s head.
“I’m going to sleep, try not to read all night this time” he says trying to get comfortable without his pillow, “that candlelight is brighter than it seems.”
“Nighty night, Kriechen,” Josh says as he pulls out one of his many chapter 책 he reads.
The light just barely shines through the prison windows. Xander reached Anastasia’s cell with an old loaf of bread.
“Here,” he said showing the loaf through the prison bars.
She doesn’t answer but just stared at the opposite wall.
“Have 당신 ever noticed how differently people act when they are just moments away from meeting their fate?” she says still not looking at him.
Xander sighs and drops the 빵 in her cell. “I have, why?”
“I saw a man being dragged to his death last night after 당신 left…”
“Well then most likely he had committed a murder himself, I don’t believe you’ll have the same fate.”
“My fate will be worse-”
“And how do 당신 know that?”
아나스타샤 let out a sarcastic laugh. “Is it normal for a prison guard to not even know why his prisoners are placed in this hell hole in the first place?”
“It’s as normal as it is for a prisoner to complain about this so called hell hole.”
아나스타샤 turned and looked Xander straight in the eyes. Pushing herself off the 벽 she was leaning on, she walks slowly over to him and peers at him through the bars.
“I’ve been accused of being a witch,” she says softly.
Xander’s eyes widened in astonishment that this woman was like him, she was clearly not a muggle.
“So 당신 think you’ll burn at the stake?”
“Well, isn’t that how they deal with witches?” she says, bringing herself closer to the bars.
He feels sick in his stomach and can only nod. “Yes,” he says before backing away from the bars and into the shadows.
The 다음 일 he appears again. There is no light today, just the dark gray clouds covering the skies. The rain seeps into the woman’s cell through the barred windows. She stands directly under the window letting the rain drip to her hair.
“Why do 당신 do that?” Xander 질문 through the cell bars, “You can get the flu-”
“I’d rather die from the flu,” she begins turning to face him, “than die burning at the stake with all the dignity that I have drained from me.”
“You’re a strange woman Anastasia,” he says chuckling.
“If I wasn’t strange, I wouldn’t be in here,” the girl replied sighing.
“I brought 당신 a blanket,” Xander said holding the a ragged blanket towards her direction, “I’d suggest 당신 use it…”
아나스타샤 gave a very slight smile and brought herself towards the bars.
“Why?” she said looking into his eyes, “why are 당신 so pleasant to me?”
“Look, do 당신 want the blanket 또는 not?” Xander shot back sternly.
아나스타샤 nodded with a smile as she reached through the bars, taking the blanket in her hands.
“Thank you…stranger…” she says as her guard walks off down the hallway and out of her sight.
It’s not until evening the 다음 일 that she sees him again.
“Well, look who finally decides to show,” she says sarcastically as his shadowed figure reaches her view.
“I’m sorry,” Xander replied, “How have 당신 been?”
“That’s not a very sufficient 질문 to ask a prisoner, love,” the girl says, “but other then the lack of sleep, I’ve been alright I guess.”
“What, the blanket didn’t help?”
“No, no, that helped a lot, I just heard a woman crying and yelling all night.”
“Hm,..” Xander crossed his arms, “You know, that could have been Martha Benet a few cells down, she’s currently with child and has been going through loads of pain.”
아나스타샤 gave a nod. “Poor girl,” she said sadly.
“Anastasia,” Xander began hesitantly, “Who accused 당신 of being a witch?”
“My husband,” she replied staring at her feet.
“Your husband? I didn’t know 당신 were-”
“I got married at fifteen,” 아나스타샤 said cutting him off, “it was a forced marriage…I didn’t mind, I just didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”
“I’m sorry,” her guard replies in a low tone.
“Me too…”
The 다음 night he returns again to see the prisoner sitting just behind the bars. The light from his lantern flickers on her motionless figure. Upon seeing his arrival, she smirks up at him.
“I want 당신 to sit down,” she says motioning him to sit.
“…Alright…” the man replies with a confused look.
아나스타샤 brings her face closer to the bars before speaking in an almost inaudible whisper.
“I’ve been thinking it over,” she says into his ear, “and I’ve come to a conclusion.”
“What kind of conclusion is this?”
She reaches through the bars with one hand motioning him to bring his head closer, if possible.
“I know why 당신 looked so surprised when I told 당신 what I was sentenced here for. I know why 당신 asked me who accused me of my sentence…”
Xander’s eyes widened a bit yet again and the sick feeling in his stomach returned.
“You’re like me,” she whispered, “You’re a wizard, aren’t you?”
The man takes his head away from the bars immediately and stares at the prisoner.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”
“Please…Don’t lie to me…I’ve been lied to enough over the years…”
아나스타샤 frowned sadly, her eyes shimmering in gold as the torch light reflects off her face.
“ I am….” Xander sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I went to the Durmstrang school of Wizardry…But please….please don’t speak of this-”
“I won’t,” the woman replies in an almost inaudible whisper, “I promise.”
Xander nods slowly, taking in what had just happened as if it weren’t eve real. “Okay..” he says. He trusts her…He doesn’t know why but for some reason, he knows that 아나스타샤 won’t tell his secret.
