Evanna lifted her legs from the floor and began struggling in the guard's arms, trying to escape from their grip; there was no way she would make their job easier. If they weren't wearing helmets, she would have headbutted them. Her eyes darted across the small hall, once again looking for any escape routes. When she found none, they landed on the prince who stood directly across from her, his arms crossed and his face looking bored.
Her eyes burned into his. Even though she kept telling herself not to fall for anything in his words, she somehow began feeling the slightest bit of comfort from his presence. She ended up looking forward to his visits, even if they were filled with questioning on a crime she committed. It was better than sitting in the cell by herself, left alone with her racing thoughts.
