Marcu sat in his cell making his bear dance, "i guess everyone is sleeping huh Mr.Pokeylope? i wish we could sleep.... i wonder what its like..." he hummed silently, "that nice man... i think i want to talk to him... i really hope tha-" he yelped and arched his back, the white room became black, from outside the ce, low groans and wicked whispers could be heard as well as agonising moans of pain. This was known
as the Witching Hours