8:59 PM
I was arrested on the 8th along with the three other minorities who tried to immigrate out of a bad situation. For having been subjected to institutionalized distrust and then caged, they each still shared their stories with me. Stories on how they'd turned their eyes to the East for hope and new beginnings. To risk everything. Loose everything. To try for something more than what they had.
The UK was their Land of Opportunity.
A land then defined in four by four.
They hadn't heard about the werewolf murders which had made the girl with long, thin braids next to me tighten with fear. Four by four and a then super moon fast approaching, she had made the biggest gamble of all. Her's is a tragedy I can't even express right. She had been born Muggle but nothing about her life had ever been right.( [OOC: TRIGGER WARNINGS- CHILD ABUSE] )
I had looked past my cellmates, asking for more stories and saw I was the minority. 'What are you in for?' Too many were infractions that witch and wizards see no jail time for before making court. Justice isn't blind and the burden of proof falls on the accused.