OoC: I'm off to the airport in about 5 hours and I won't be able to get online often if not at all for about two weeks so feel free to drag my characters about.

Rookwood did his best not to chuckle at Rodolphus almost prehistoric commentary. Although quite used to it, Augustus couldn't help but be slightly amused and from his lips escaped a small chuckle which he quickly covered up with a hoarse cough or two.

"I think, Rodolphus," spoke Augustus slowly, dark brows raised lips pursed in an almost arrogant pout. "Our Lord is wise enough to make his own decisions."

Avery said nothing and remained in his bow. He really didn't think Rookwood should have opened his mouth and he had an uneasy feeling. The kind you got when someone was looming behind you without you knowing and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end. Except, Avery knew exactly who was looming behind him. And it didn't make him feel any less nauseous.

Bellatrix listened to the words of the Dark Lord and natural smiled and agreed whole heartidly with him. Whatever the Dark Lord wanted or needed she would do, no matter what. He was her master and she must obey. Looking around she could see that the majority of people were pleased, some not so please... Lucius Malfoy looked as if he was about to suffer from a heart attack. When her husband began piping up and making no sense at all she wacked him in the head and hissed, "Shut it Rodolphus," she sneered with craziness in her eyes.

It made Voldemort sick to think that so many of his followers were happy about this plan, just to humiliate Lucius, who did indeed look and sound incredibly distraught with Voldemort's decision. "Do not lie to me Lucius, I am perfectly aware you are against my idea, as is your wife," he looked down on the Malfoys harshly. Voldemort left Rodolphus to the punishment of Bellatrix and he smiled evily. She had been brought up so well. "You will find that you are not the one being punished tonight Lucius so cheer up. You lot," he waved his hand to illustrate the rest of the people in the room, "Will be under the command of the Malfoys as you stay in their manor. No objections to their orders or you will have me to deal with," his eyes lit up a fiery red and he cackled.

"Now, let us all hear what we have been wanting to hear." Voldemort got off of his seat to a few worried eyes as he moved himself around the table until he stopped behind Severus. He bent down and whispered into Severus' ear, even though the rest of the room could hear him, "So, Severus, tell us the story. How did you kill Dumbledore."

"I--My Lord, it's not a lie. We are yours to command," said Lucius feebly, his mind focused on one thought, and one thought only. Any minute he was probably going to hear that chilly, rattled voice, and feel the wrath of Voldemort on his own skin. He kept his eyes abated from the Dark Lord's, and nearly gasped once he heard he would indeed be punished.

Yet Voldemort didn't hurt him, surprisingly enough, and at the sound of his next predicament, Lucius actually lifted his glance, hopeful. "Thank you, my Lord..." he whispered, drawing up some of his old swagger as he looked defiantly at the other Death Eaters. Voldemort had as good as placed them under the Malfoy's control. Who knew the darkest wizard of all time would be so merciful?

Half-grinning as he passed Greyback and Yaxley on his way, shifting from his position, he flirted with the idea of ordering the Death Eaters around. He wasn't going to have his stately mansion infected by this scum, he thought, as he pondered sending Greyback to sleep in the dungeon. The only place a half-breed like that deserved to place foot.

Lucius had now reached Narcissa, his arm brushing inadvertently against hers. No other sign of affection was deemed acceptable in those circumstances, and yet as he looked down at his wife, Lucius felt reassured. Perhaps things would have a way of working out for the best. They needn't get killed. Yet.

Davina wrinkled her nose. She didn't adore the Malfoys, didn't give them the respect they needed in fact, but now that they were placed in charge of the lot of them ... She would have groaned had she lost her senses. Hopefully they wouldn't be forced to stay there for too long. With the Dark Lord's brilliant mind, she'd bet they'd be gone before the full moon rose in two weeks. Blessed.

Her ears perked as she realized they would now learn the death of Dumbledore. She'd bet fifty Galleons Severus did a half-done job. He didn't seem like the type to take pleasure in his killings.

Rodolphus pouted like a child when his wife clocked him one, but he quieted down immediately. She could have done worse.

Narcissa spared the briefest sideward glance at her husband, who had finally been able to take a stand at her side without drawing attention. A momentary brush of his arm against hers comforted her beyond words, as did the Dark Lord's decree that they still ruled the household, after him, it went without saying.

The room had grown rapt and all eyes were on Severus. It was time to tell the tale of Dumbledore's End. Apprehesion gripped Narcissa again. Would he tell of the Vow? Would he spin the tale favourably for Draco or against him? After all, Draco had set the stage for an invasion of Hogwarts, something never done before. Snape held much power over the Malfoys at that moment, and Narcissa didn't like it.

Goyle almost dropped his loaf once a sharp noise emitted nearby until the registration that it belonged to Crabbe came clear. Nodding his face upward once as in welcome then grumpily said "Yea, but no one's around here other than me and you. All are in there" pointing with his nose as if it was his eleventh finger. "Yea he is, i think" before adding anymore information from his baffled mind the outline of Draco outlined nearby.




Goyle grunted slightly, if they were able to conceal their bodies the emitted sounds he was making was more than a good flake to point at their hiding place, "yea" he managed between bites as he followed Crabbe to the tapestry. Obviously it had no room for the both of them but all was good, he squished himself next to Crabbe elbowing him a few times with the words "moorffve" and "I can't breath". After fidgeting for a while, he smiled inwardly and shoved the remaining bread piece into his mouth as he glanced at his friend sideways, "I told you not to worry about your figure, girls will be more interested in the mark, we need a way to get one".






Dolohov sunk his wand down his robes as he held himself numerously from smirking loudly at Lucius. He was more interested in what the Dark Lord has to discuss than Snape's continuous smart talk, perhaps it was his grudge towards Snape and the doubts he carried for him since the dark lord's rebirth. Ignorance is bliss as they say, intertwining his fingers as he rested his elbow on the arms of the chair while glancing at certain Death Eaters once they spoke and ignoring the site of others.

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"Welcome my followers, some of you have assisted me in many ways over the past few years, others havent," he didn't glance at anyone in particular. "I think it is time for the ungrateful swines to get a little... payback. Dolohov, please don't forget to give Igor my thanks when you go and kill him and be sure to take someone with you.

"Of course my Lord" Dolohov instantly replied with a bow towards his master, "I'll make sure he gets the message". With a second bow, he halted speech as his eyes darted around the room momentarily to make notes of whom to take with him.

The only voices that seemed to reach Draco’s ears were those of Voldemort and his father. Their conversation had begun with an unpleasant tone, but Draco’s heart lifted when the Dark Lord seemed to defend their authority to the other scum that was scattered about the room.

As uniform, Draco continued to gaze at the floor and didn’t dare look at anyone for fear that they would notice him. His demeanor was that of a person that had been stunned, he didn’t move at all; not even to take notice that his father was now seated next to his mother.

Draco didn’t favor looking his father in the face. All that come from that action was a feeling of disappointment and frustration…on both ends.

Feeling the floor beneath him move as the Dark Lord ascended from his seat; Draco held his breath as he questioned Severus about the demise of Dumbledore. He could feel a knot develop in his throat and it took everything in his power to not get up and run from the room.

Sarah stopped bickering with Greyback when the lord has spoken. The Malfoys?! Under Command?! This is an outrage! She stopped, looked around and changed her mind. Got lovely furniture, should enjoy my time then. she thought and she laid both hands on the table.

Looking at the Dark Lord, she sighed.

What a man. What an evil man.

Sarah straightened up a little to hear about the killing of Albus Dumbldore aka the muggle lover.

Greyback snorted at Little when she quieted down, but he saw that the reason was that Lord was speaking. Fenrir quickly turned his head to the big man and bowed his head at every word he said. Hoping that his neck wouldn't crack, his eyes widened at the words of his lord. Under the command of the Malfoys?! He is certainly not a dog!

...

Well he's a half wolf. But still he is not a pet for them! Though he knew he could never object the Lords orders.

The mention of Dumbledore's death made Fenrir quickly glance at Draco Malfoy and smile. Showing his yellow teeth, he knew he would be visiting that boy someday.

As another cupcake kept hitting his face time and time again, Crabbe tried to halt Goyle and keep things under control but every time he spoke, the cupcake was shoved his face. Finally, Goyle seemed settled but Crabbe was up against the wall as his feet were lifted in the air and icing was all over his face. At least the hand which held his cupcake was the one that was closest to his face and up above his head, Crabbe began to eat eventhough he was more than uncomfortable.

He heard Goyle speak of his figure and the Dark Mark and gave a slight nod of his head. "Yes! We do need one of those. Do you think we could make our own tatoo to fit in with the rest of the Death Eaters?" he asked in a loud whisper due to the fact that he could not hear his own voice at the moment.

OoC: Just so you know... I've been without internet... and merely skimmed the posts. So. Uhm. All I really gathered was they're all under Malfoys' command and Snape is to tell his story. So. Yus.

Severus listened to the others in detatched, calculated silence. While they persisted for details, he remained quiet, his eyes staring at the stone floor. They could ask all they wanted but he planned only to speak of it in the presence of the Dark Lord, who of course showed up merely moments after ward.

Raising his eyes to face Lord Voldemort's, supressing a shiver that one could easily assume to be fear though really was anger, his face remained stoic and blank.

"I killed him," he said calmly, raising his wand. "Malfoy couldn't do it, so I did. Do you expect details? Avada Kedavra did it all." A slight sneer curled on his lips. "What more do you expect?"

Crystal struggled to stifle the protest that threatened to burst forth as the second announcement of the Dark Lord reached her ears. Under the command of the Malfoys?! Was he joking?! Sitting in sulking silence, she crossed her arms tightly, but said nothing. What could she say? That she didn't wish to be under the thumb of Lucius Malfoy? She was no fool. It wouldn't take nothing more than a few seconds and a few choice words to strike her down.

Lips tightly drawn together, she turned her gaze towards Snape, awaiting his speech of how he had completed the task. As he finally spoke, Crystal slowly tracked her eyes across the others until they rested upon the Malfoy boy. So he had failed. That would not be taken lightly with Lord Voldemort. Though the actual information that Dumbledore was finally deceased may make a large enough impact to prevent too severe of a punishment, Crystal doubted that the boy would get off very easily.

Snape's calm, and somewhat mocking tone drew Crystal's attention back to him. So the great wizard had met his demise by the Killing Curse. Now the way was made clearer by his end and Crystal could only ready herself for the further plans that she knew awaited the group.

All Narcissa's gratitude toward Snape simply disolved. Malfoy couldn't do it so I did. She mimicked in her mind. He's a Sixteen year-old boy! He isn't supposed to be able to kill Dumbledore! The Dark Lord knew he was sending Draco to his death! He was punishing Lucius for failing at the Ministry! THAT's why Draco was chosen! To fail and die and let someone more capable take the job! There is NO NEED to drag his name, OUR name through the mud while you're at it!


Rodolphus was however, quite underwhelmed by Snape's story, or lack thereof. "Well," he balked, "I could have done that."

ooc: wednesday august 8th: so i've discovered (a few hours ago) that i'm moving to a whole new province TOMORROW and am now packing a lot and fast. As soon as I'm done here, I'm packing up my computer, so anyways, I'll be back on friday.

"Very well," Voldemort hissed, "If that is all you would like to say on the matter Severus, we shall leave it there. However, I do like the fact that you left out the part where you were caught by the Potter boy. The others in the school were fooled and thought you were there to aid, but not the Potter boy, he caught you out like the snake you are."

"That is all, go and unpack your things in your new rooms. Dolohov! Don't forget your mission. Leave!" He turned his chair back to face the crackling flames of the fire.

Bellatrix looked outraged. How dare that slimy, greasy hairballed imbecile speak to her master like that. She had half the mind to grab her wand and poke both his eyes out. She let out her anger, instead, on hitting Rodolphus after his second uncalled for comment this evening.

The crazy witch's smile returned when her master mocked him in return. She cackled even. "Snape, get caught out by the Potter boy? Not so magnificent! I bet even Rodolphus could have got away with it!" She stared grossly at her nephew. Why did her master insist he sit upon these meetings? He was weak and didnt deserve to be on their team. She jumped off her seat when Voldemort dismissed them and she left the room, still cackling, "Ickle Snapey caught out by a 16 year old! He wasn't even of age!"

Alecto walked away from the room and went to unpack her belongings her new room. Alecto was a bit shocked that they would have to be in the control of the Malfoys.

Alecto looked about at the others as they were leaving wondering if they thought the same as she did that they should be able to have some say in things but Alecto did not want to dissapoint the dark lord.

Yaxley shifted his beady little eyes from his Master to Snape and gave a snicker to the fact that Snape was caught by a little boy quite younger than he. “Serves him right,” he whispered to himself as his attention turned towards the Malfoys.

Granted the boy was young and he knew his day would eventually come and hopefully it would be better than his own father. Maybe he could get it right for a change, Yaxley thought to himself as he then turned his attention towards Bellatrix.


Crabbe tried to listen to what the grown ups where speaking of and then he heard the Dark Lord speak. “Snape did it? Snape killed him?” he whispered loud enough so that Goyle could hear. A strange look began to form on his face as his eyebrows crinkled on his round face. “But who did he kill?”