"Oops, I did it again."

Jail Life

                                                                                  Ron's Perspective

Life in Jail doesn't sound great, and that's also the reality. I was super close to being put on death row, but I luckily avoided it. I was thrown in after my soon-to-be ex-wife said that I was a harmful cheater. The girl that I was cheating on 'Minnie with I didn't even like! Do I wish I could take it back? No!

The jail was just tiring. I made sure to stay clear of the big rough guys in the cell. I saw a grave in the cells, and that's when I started to worry. It said 'Nicki Anderson' "Who was that?" I asked. "Our of the girls that died in these very cells fighting." a mysterious person in the shadows replied. Apparently, the girls spent all their time fighting, and we guys just played cards and tried to get our hands on some beer.

One of the guys was bribing the jail guard and he got extra time. It's horrible here. I decided to ask the kids to come to visit me. 

"Hello Rose, Hi Hugo. And... Harry" I scoffed at that despicable word. "Hey, Dad. Hoes jail treating ya." Rose asked. "It's fine. Anyways, do you wanna stay or leave?" I said. "Hugo said he doesn't like it here, might as well just leave. sounds like you want us to. Hal come on boy!" Rose sounded so grown up. She sounded like Hermione as a child. I was getting emotional, and I didn't like it. I escorted them away and went to bed.

                                                                        Hermione's Perspective 

I saw the kids crawl back after a minute of being there. "Guess he threw you out, huh?" I asked Rose. She replied yes, and told me about how Ron made Hugo cry. I asked the guards how long Ron was going to be away as I was picking up Hal. "Lifetime," He said. "Unless he escapes." The guard chuckled.  I didn't think that was funny. 

I wanted to visit him. When I went into the cell, he broke down in tears. "Please! Get me out, please! I'll leave you and the kids alone, just help me escape!" Ron clearly hated it in the cell. The mates seemed, well, just horrible. I walked up to one. "Hi, I'm Big Robber. I eat muffins." the guy said. He was big, seemed as he worked in the Jail Gym. He looked as if he's been here for 20 years, as he could tell me where everything is, and who everyone was. Nice guy though.