Dr. Richard Reynolds hadn't seen the sun in a hot minute; and it was beaming down like the heavens were ready to scorch the earth. The heat of the day confirmed it was indeed summer, and the closer it got to the solstice, he knew heat and light would affect his poorly treated skin if he planned on coming outside more often. More often than not, Reynolds would be found in the bowels of Azkaban, buried under mounds and mounds of research and experimental work that had him busy for the better part of the year. Anytime he hit the surface for air or a quick bite (when he remembered), the sun had already set. Time and location were completely lost on him at times; seasons would change, holidays would come and go and he would only think a day or two had passed.
As he uttered things to himself, whispering his speech he'd practiced over and again in his chambers down below, he anxiously paced in the holding room just outside of the office he'd been told to wait until the Dark Lord was ready. It hit him again. Merlin! The Dark Lord! His nerves were on overdrive. He perspired some, not only because of that kiss of sweltering summer that was a shock to his senses but also because he was nervous as all get out. After all this time, all these trials he'd gone through with subjects, both failed and successful, Reynolds was about to meet the Dark Lord himself and perhaps his trusted advisors. As much as he wanted to keep this presentation under wraps, he would expect the Lord to have company. Witnesses. Guards. Something.
He gulped as he looked at he cage he'd wheeled in behind him. It was sturdy, black-out fiberglass encased in wrought iron, reinforced with magical strength to contain the subject inside. There was only a small horizontal slit at eye-level for an average person, though at its height of eight feet, his subject inside almost completely filled the case. Trying to calm down, Reynolds clung tightly to his notes and took a deep breath. He could do this.
A tremendous chunk of his life was dedicated to this project. He needed this to work in his favor, or it was back to the drawing board.