[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303653.html?thread=24580389#t24580389).]

Javert frowned as he rounded the corner. A fight, by the sounds of it - but here, so close to the patient rooms? But he knew as soon as he saw the combatants up ahead. Special Counseling. He'd forgotten it was tonight.

He walked faster. This was a wide hallway; with luck, he could bypass the fight and get into the F-block. As for Trevelyan, if he had any sense at all, he'd stay back.