June 15th, 1999
Middle of the North Sea, Azkaban Fortress
Freezing waves crashed upon the smooth black stones forming the former prison as a small group of adventurers hired by the British Ministry of Magic to discover what dwell inside the dark fortress all Apparated, one by one, inside the former Warden's Lobby. The dark cavernous room a long disused area that once housed, they said, actual Wardens before the Dementors took over the position. The air was still freezing, and the summer sun did nothing to warm the still magically laden air as all present huddled into their cloaks and adjusted to the stark change in temperature. It was pitch black in darkness here, as the stone did wonder to absorb the nearby sun's rays that tried to permeate the forsaken fortress.
Someone uttered a Lumos, and soon everyone in the small group did as well, the witches, wizards, and even the squib or two gathering together to plan what laid ahead. The room they were in was draughty, and lead to many corridors, all as dark as the other and all still holding the despair and ominousness common to Dementors. Breath froze in the air and eyes stared uneasily into the surrounding darkness before one of the assembled explorers spoke, his voice confident and event arrogant behind his kind tones.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have arrived to our destination and will be here until we either fulfil our contract of exploring the entirety of Azkaban as well as it's secrets or when we shamefully give up and renounce the most generous pay we are all enjoying at the moment for the express reason of this mission or ours. Now, we must think of a way forwards and I suggest that we make a map as well as explore this room fully to discover any exits and leftover information that could be found in what we were told was an old Warden's Lobby. Who would like to add their thoughts to or against mine?” He said, his tenor voice piercing the frigid air as he stood as tall as he could in the oppressive atmosphere.
The muffled sound of the sea outside and the faint scent of salt mingle with frost filled the silence as the man awaited an answer. The question here was: What should they do?