Pace
"They should be here by now," muttered Avery as he stared out the window. "Would it kill them to be on time for once in their lives?" he sneered as he pivoted on his heel and stalked to the door.
Age had wizened Avery and he was no longer the fool of every joke. Now it was he who brought fear to the younger Death Eaters.
And yet …
Here he was, waiting for them to follow orders.
They're useless, he'd told Him.
Kill them if you'd like, but then it will be you who will be planting my petunias.
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