Eponine wandered reluctantly away from the bars; she wasn't good at planning what to do; she had spent her life being told to be in a certain place to do a certain thing, and unlike Ella, wasn't independent enough to consciously take charge of her future. She sat on the bunk again.

"I would like to take Hattie back to France with me - I wish I could show her... a day in my life there would teach Hattie not to fight peopple she cannot possibly beat."

She looked up as heavy footsteps came closer and a jangle of metal indicated that the cell was being opened. A soldier.

He pointed straight at Eponine. "You. Girl. Come with me - and let's be having no funny business."

Eponine stood up, glancing at Ella, but said nothing. She followed the man quietly out of the cell, and some way down the corridor, waiting patiently as instructed whilst he locked Ella's cell again. Once the guard had collected her, Eponine put her hand on his, closed her eyes and concentrated, imagining his mind being wiped of - everything. She had probably overdone it a bit, but she wasn't sure what might trigger a reaction, and Eponine had no intention of staying in jail for longer than she had to. Especially if they were hitting prisoners. Eponine had no intention of being beaten up again.

Once the man was essentially blanked, it was simple for Eponine to take his keys off his belt, and hurry back to Ella's ccell. Breakouts with magic powers were SO much easier than in France... Her hair was only slightly ruffled from where she had ran her hand through it as she concentrated,and she attempted to smooth this down even as, triumphantly, she waved the keys at Ella.

"Look - see, Madame, what I have. Come - we can get out of here. I don't want them to hurt you too."