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A Story About Monsters:
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. She danced around her story but left enough breadcrumbs for me to follow. The gaps being her mum had pimped her out when she had been little. Her mum had been a painter and to get money and prestige from patrons she'd just let things happen. I had told her, 'You're not alone, the rich do that here. They just call it "duty" and "purity".' She had laughed. That kind where nothing is funny but you're just tired of crying.
She didn't get bit until her twenties. After running away. Then she had a bit of a fairy tale for the first time in her life. Met a good man. Happy, loved. He shared his truth with her and said she was the one. She had said few months back it had all gone wrong. Ended up with him being murdered. Your everyday citizen walking home late one night from work. Scared, desperate and lacking the proper knowledge, she took the advice of a wizard that said he could help. Same wizard that had cut and run when Aurors surrounded us. So she sat, a day before a super moon, in a four by four waiting for her fate with a world and rules she knew little about.
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.