56 Dance of Consequences

The warden's command reverberated through the dimly lit corridors, and the head guard wasted no time in guiding Ron out of the warden's office, their footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence. The head guard remained stoic, her gaze fixed ahead, while Ron attempted to strike up a conversation, desperate for even a hint of acknowledgment. "Hey, it wouldn't kill you to answer me, would it?" Ron's voice carried a mix of frustration and defiance, his words falling upon deaf ears. The head guard continued walking, her silence a deliberate tactic to unnerve him. Ron's patience wore thin, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. He reached out and tapped the head guard roughly on the shoulder, his voice dripping with contempt. "What's the matter with you? Why are you acting so damn bossy and rude?" Ron didn’t like her but he didn’t also like the way she was acting all mighty and ignoring him. The head guard's senses, honed by years of experience in the unforgiving prison environmen