Cell No. 394-B
«The Ministry «optimised» its budget and abolished solitary confinement in Azkaban — so Draco Malfoy, who dreamed of a noble, tragic solitude, lands in a cell with three Death Eaters, where the only currency is a good joke and the right to sleep or eat a crust of bread must be won at riddles.»
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The war is over, the Dark Lord has fallen, and the Ministry's coffers are empty. As part of a «budget optimisation» programme, Kingsley Shacklebolt makes an executive decision: scrap the single cells in Azkaban. Draco Malfoy, who had been dreaming of a beautiful, tragic solitude, ends up in cell No. 394-B. His neighbours are the elite of the Death Eaters: a perpetually sleeping Lestrange, Rookwood who counts the cracks in the wall, and Antonin Dolokhov, who out of sheer boredom has founded an «Intellectual Club». Now, to earn a piece of bread or the right to sleep, Draco will have to play their games. Here the currency is a well-aimed joke, and survival depends on the ability to solve a riddle about guts, conscience and Dementors.
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