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Post by [[ - padfoot on Aug 26, 2009 21:17:35 GMT -5
Lord V. !
The two men he had called to him were in store for the time of their lives. Snape, because he was easy to order around, and he had no problem killing others. Lestrange, well, the others were seeing him as a nuisance, and he figured they had already started their plots to be rid of him. He couldn't have that, not while they were still so few on Death Eaters. Maybe at a later time, but the elder Jacobs sister needed close watching. She was completely devoted to him, but still she had went against his wishes and restrained the girl with the spy. Yes, he knew all that happened within the Manor, and the girl had been a fool to try such a thing just beneath him. He could dispose of her with a flick of his wand (and his wand, of course), and not feel a thing about it. He had no special attachment to any of them, they were just there to carry out the things he darent do himself.
Which brought him to the matter at hand. The twins would need constant surveillence, and with the school year drawing to an end, he couldn't have them travelling back to Liverpool to be with their precious, disgustingly coupled 'parents.' No, that just wouldn't do. Still, he was undecided whether to split them to discover their individual powers, or keep them together to find their combined strength.
Rabastan !
For once in his entire life, he had arrived to His Lord's calling before Severus. Possibly because he had never truely left this time, borrowing a room within the Manor. Draco had seemed eager to accept, though it might have been to try to avert the anger of His Lord to himself, and away from the boy. He was a coward, the blonde boy, so unwilling to follow the orders of His Lordship. It was something he needed to get used to; by God he had been an Eater for nearly four years. Shouldn't he be used to the burn of the Dark Mark, the red gaze of the monster they called their Lord, the chilly feeling every room he simply passed through adopted?
He bent at the waist, bowing in a show of respect. "My Lord," he called, straightening his spine.
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Post by Miss Murder on Aug 26, 2009 22:18:21 GMT -5
Snape
[/size][/center] He was relaxing in his desk chair when his left forearm began to prickle with intensity. Snape was caught off guard by the sudden pain, and jumped a little. The quill he was twisting through his fingers had dropped to the floor, and landed on the tip, which broke off.
The headmaster go up from his seat and pushed it against the far wall in a slight rush. It would take him a little longer to get to the Dark Lord than the other Death Eaters, since he had to go all the way out into the forest before he was able to Disapparate. Not once was Severus ever going to lift the charm that protected the school just so he could Disapparate whenever he chose; not even for a minute. Anything could be a trap, a setup by anyone, especially with a few Death Eaters walking the corridors right at this moment.
They weren’t supposed to be out after dark, but he knew there were quite a few who didn’t care for the rules. Frankly, Snape didn’t care; they’d get caught or pay the price eventually. That’s what happened to Xavier and Meran.
Snape grabbed his traveling cloak and stepped out of his office, treading over the ever-so-visible bloodstain on the floor. He sneered as he trampled on it and headed out the door, which he shut quietly so it wouldn’t be heard by any wandering staff. He was cautious about his movements, since they all knew to some extent that he was still a Death Eater, no matter what Albus Dumbledore had said in the past. No one trusted him, and probably never truly will.
His paleness was more prominent as he made his way to the upper floor and stepped into the moonlight. The silvery glow actually made his eyes look lively, or maybe it was just the curiosity he felt from the Dark Lord calling him at this hour.
Severus stopped at a nearby window and peered out. He didn’t want to go through the main doors; it was way too obvious and noisy. No, tonight, he’d have to use his abilities to his advantage, to escape.
His white hands were placed on the window sill. He climbed onto it and unlocked the metal latch that held them in place. With a small force, the headmaster pushed them apart. Then, he took flight.
He was a black mist, gliding at an amazing speed, landing only occasionally on the ground to pick some speed back up again. Snape knew how to use this power to glide over wide distances at top speed. The only reason he did this was that he was in a hurry, and the night was able to cover him. He didn’t want to displease Voldemort. Now that the Death Eaters were gaining in numbers, the Dark Lord just might decide to rid of him. He could if he wanted to… it was just a simple spell, a simple little curse. And that was it. Lights out.
Snape ended up far out into the Forbidden Forest within a few seconds. Once his feet hit the ground, he immediately Disapparated to the Malfoy Manor with a piercing crack.
The Manor looked very quiet as he arrived, much more dead than it usually seemed. Normally the place had an air to it, like a deep sense of uncertainty and authority. The aura was too normal for his liking.
His gait was quick as he strode down the hallway and approached the doors he was getting used to seeing so much lately. Inside, there was the white, red-eyed creature called Lord Voldemort. Not too far away from him stood a grey-eyed man, the one they called Rabastan Lestrange.
His dark gaze flickered around the room. No one else was here, not even Draco… were they the only two called to this meeting?
Come to think of it, if the Dark Lord had called all his Death Eaters, he would’ve seen Kyra, Xavier, and Xanthe stumbling from their beds and out into the corridors. They were all servants of Voldemort and had to be here as much as he did. Something in his gut made Severus realise that this wasn’t a normal gathering.
It was just he, Rabastan, and Lord Voldemort. It was obviously something about Lestrange’s two kids… but why would this require him? He wasn’t their father; didn’t want to be. The Dark Lord had said once before that he was to house them during the summer, but what for when their own father had appeared out of blue? Perhaps that was the reason they were being put in his care. Rabastan was too careless…
But of all the Death Eaters, why Severus Snape?
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Post by [[ - padfoot on Aug 28, 2009 20:37:32 GMT -5
Lord V. !
He paced around the room, red eyes flicking from one corner of the room to the other, his gaze remaining in shadows. He didn't look at the suck-up of a man before him. He called them for the twins future, and he was determined to see what the best they could do was. By following his instincts, the two would be furious, along with the father and the...other. His face was contorted in a sneer, as always, and if his wand wasn't laying on the table in front of him, it would have been tapping against his leg. As it was, his fingers kept up a steady beat as he moved, waiting for the pathetic man to arrive.
At last, the big oak doors creaked open, and Severus entered. "About time, Severus. Have you come up with a plan." He knew the git had, for it had been his orders. He had had plenty of time to devise a cunning formula to destroy the parents, but it didn't mean he expected him to succeed, especially when he would be taking Rabastan along. It was because of him the male and female childs existed, and he would help to wipe the life forms of their mother and "father" from the world. The boy, as well.
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Post by Miss Murder on Aug 29, 2009 18:22:02 GMT -5
Snape
[/size][/center] He froze when the Dark Lord spoke. Severus really hadn’t thought of any specific plan to kill the Murders. He figured he just break in and perform the killing curse on them. It wasn’t going to be difficult; a Muggle and a stupid witch that has seemed to have last her touch.
He looked to the white figure, his black eyes unreadable and emotionless. “My Lord,” Snape said, dipping his head, “I apologize; I have no plan to killing them. I thought I was going to act alone, so I didn’t come up with anything particular.”
He knew this answer was not what Lord Voldemort wanted to hear. His right hand curled around his wand, bracing himself for the Dark Lord’s dissatisfaction.
Snape looked over to Rabastan, holding back a sneer in attempt to hide his dislike for the man. In front of the Dark Lord, anyway. He didn’t care if Rabastan knew he didn’t like him; they’ve always hated each other.
Perhaps Lord Voldemort knew this, which he probably did, and paired them for this task on purpose. Pfft, what a joke. Rabastan was nothing like himself. Sure, Severus had been absent from meetings before, but that was because he was leading a double life at the time, only to service the Dark Lord.
No, Lestrange was absent because he was a coward.
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