Danielle would
not refer to Donovan as a--as a
prisoner because her boyfriend would be out of there as soon as humanely possible!
Donovan was not a death eater, he did
not participate in those terrible, horrible---some of his best
friends were halfbloods and muggleborns, he---
she was a halfblood, so---it didn't make any sense,
why would they think?
In her very logical thought process, her mind concluded that Augustus must have decided to drag his brother down with him. There was no way that Donovan could honestly be linked to any of the atrocities that a death eater might commit, but---Danielle did not know for a
fact that her boyfriend's older brother was a death eater, but he'd always said the most horrible of things to her under his breath, he'd always given her these terrible chills. It was--it was not
hard to believe that Augustus was a death eater.
But not Donovan, not
her Donovan.
The hitwizard opened the gate and Danielle stood stiffly in the entry way as she waited for him to give her permission to enter. She'd been in these holding cells before, to help injured prisoners. It was how she'd gotten through here so quickly; she'd raced to the ministry and offered up her services as the healer who would give the two latest prisoners a physical exam. Unless they realized who she was before she could get into the cell, Danielle would have a much closer visit with Donovan than would have been otherwise allowed.
"Rookwood, get up," said the hitwizard as he removed some of the magical bars to let Danielle through, "Sit up for the healer."
