Post by Trevor Williams on Mar 29, 2012 23:22:12 GMT -8
Evie, Velda = Summer
Amie, Jamie, Jessie Sr & Jr = Allie
Morgana = Layni
Trevor, Voldemort = Me
Sunday, October 15, 2000
Once again, another meeting another night, someone else to kill more people to ruin; all in a days, or well in this case nights work for the loyal bunch of Death Eaters. One by one they climbed the stairs of the old Riddle Mansion, there long black robes collecting the thick layers of dust as it swept across the floor. Among this group of followers the vindictive red heard witch Velda Harris, the platinum blonde weasel Draco Malfoy, his little minions Crabe, Goyle and Parkinson and somewhere near the back the Winslow woman trudged up the stairs.
She didn’t want to be back here, not after what happened last time, that poor person. Evie knew Voldemort could be ruthless but that was beyond anything she could possibly imagine. The screams still echoed in her mind, she saw it all happen again every time she closed her eyes. Before she really knew what was happening someone was pushing her up the stairs when she stopped
Move it Winslow
a mans voice said, giving Evie a hard push to keep walking. Evie stumbled a little but kept up on the stairs finally reaching the top ad standing off to the side and toward the back of the circle they all formed. She didn’t want to see Voldemort, didn’t want to see who it was that was going to die tonight she wanted to be as far away from this as she could but that wasn’t an option anymore
She followed with the others quickly, the same authoritive aura around her even though she had grown weaker and more fragile from lack of food. Following at her ankles was a small white cat, dodging feet and trying not to get stepped on. Perhaps later in the evening, when all had left she'd propose her young 'daughter' to join him as a servant. Time and time again she had proved her loyalty, why shouldn't he trust her to bring someone valuable to join them? Though she had missed their last meeting, she was now determined to make up for it.
With the rest of her fellows she filed into the room, forming the familiar circle. Her heart raced fast as she waited to see her Lord once more, the one she thought dead. She still considered herself his prized Death Eater, it may have been fives years ago that he had said she was his most trusted Death Eater but she still believed it.
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The light headed girl silently filed into the room, taking place next to Evie without a glance, still not entirely trusting her but trusting her Lord's judgement. She glanced the room for Trevor, wondering if he would back her up when she proposed her idea of taking place as a professor at Hogwarts...though he had never said he would be there when she made the proposal. She looked back to the center of the circle, silently waiting for the Dark Lord to make his presence known. With him, she could loyally stand here for hours until he showed his face but it was all in the life of a Death Eater she supposed...
Steward, Trevor said in a bit of an undertone as Amie passed him on the stairs (he was leaning against the wall as everyone passed). He was fully clothed in his robes and was a ways off from the others, able to see but not quite close to the group. Some of the Death Eaters that were near her jumped to hear him speak. The man never spoke with anyone to their knowledge, yet here he was speaking to that blonde-headed girl they all deemed somewhat untrustworthy, quiet, too meek. What was wrong with him?
Trevor decided he must have spoke too quietly or Amie didn't realize who he was as Amie continued on up the stairs til she took her spot next to Evie. She seemed to be looking for someone, and he figured it was him. Quickly, he walked up the stairs, catching just about everyone's eyes as he did. He took Amie's hand in his to lead her to his spot on the staircase. It's me, he told her quietly to assure her that it wasn't some rogue or crazy Death Eater.
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Inside the room they were all without, Voldemort sat in his high-backed, winged leather chair before the fire. Tonight there was to be another murder, and he was ready. He sat reclusively there, staring into the fire, breathing steady and face calm. The long, spidery fingers of his left hand tapped lightly and absently against the edge of the armrest as he thought. Was Winslow ready? This would only be the second time she would see a murder, stare death in the eye, face her own mortality in that way to his knowledge. For that matter, was Seams ready? Quiet Steward? He'd gained back most of his old followers, and his force was one to be reckoned with once more. Seams, he had no doubt of, if she still was as she had been all those years ago. But, time had a way of changing things all too much.
He couldn't be sure he could trust anyone...not even Snape or the one who had brought him back: Draco. For all he knew, Snape could have helped him but couldn't be there when he was brought back, just as that time during Potter's fourth year. He wasn't there, then, never was. The man couldn't be trusted. He knew Winslow wasn't to be trusted. He could control her, twist her mind to see things his way, but she wasn't to be trusted. Never before had Voldemort felt so insecure in the area of who he could trust, not even when he first was brought back. More had been there that time. More had remained loyal. This time, he felt as though Malfoy and he himself as well as Calloway and Harris had had to hunt down too many, far too many.
And so, he remained, for now, his snake out in a dark passageway, spying upon the very conversations of her master's followers. She would report back and Voldemort would make decisions as to the night's venue. He had to check up on the Winslow case with Williams and Calloway, hear how the school was operating from Williams, assign Steward a mission, maybe even Seams. There was much to do, much to do. Snape was to be talked to, as well. He didn't know where to begin.
Evie gave a small glance at the woman that came up next to her until the blonde was taken back by someone else. Where was Voldemort? Evie wanted this done and over with so she could go back home, or somewhere to deal with the events of the meeting, what was taking him so long? The knots in her stomach were getting tighter and Evie felt like she was going to be sick but she had to keep her composure.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, sinking back more away from the circle until she was against one of the walls
Amie jumped in surprise when she felt someone claspe her hand, whipping around and looking at the man as if he were crazy. When he began to lead her away she took out her wand, keeping it out even when he said 'It's me.' Who's 'me?' She knew a lot of 'me's' though she was pretty sure it was Trevor. When they reached the staircase she crossed her arms and looked to him expectantly, brow raised as two of her fingers twirled her long brown wand 'round and 'round boredly. Trey? Trevor?
Trevor nodded, bringing a hand up to her shoulder gently. Trevor, here, he said, indicating his head towards Evie as though making sure she remembered that she couldn't use his alias here unless she wanted to give him away and anger their lord. Didn't exactly want that, now, especially after the night they first met. He'd like to have her around more often, in fact, give a bit of incentive to his job, he thought, though he supposed he'd not be able to show any interest in her on the job, seeing as if Evie thought him interested in someone else, then she'd be even less inclined to do what he was meant to lure her to do. Joy. He needed his job to be easier, not more difficult. He needed Morgana with him, too, but at the moment he didn't see her. He needed to catch up on how her end of things was going after the outing with both Winslows a few days ago. They had to decide precisely what to say to their lord, and he wasn't going to let Morgana do all the talking. No way on earth. But, he supposed it was better to see each separately. Less chance of sparking jealousy that way, he figured.
Amie nodded as well, getting the silent message. Trevor it was. She watched him closely, only glancing briefly at his hand on her shoulder before looking back up to his masked face. After a few moments she rose her brow and gave him a look as if to say 'Well, get on with it!' She didn't have all, the last thing she wanted was to be late to only her second meeting with their Lord. Her voice was dry as she 'joked,' eyes remaining on him, wondering what was behind the mask. That would be the day - she wondered if anyone had ever managed to see past that wretched thing. Was there actually a point to making a scene, Oh Mysterious One?
Besides getting you near me, you mean, love? he asked, smirk and slightly raised brow shielded by his mask, a gloved hand coming up to the 'chin' of his mask and rubbing it as though in thought before dropping his hand back to his side. Not really. You can see the meeting from here. Besides, was wondering if you still want that job as professor....
Amie's attitude seemed to change completely. She wanted that job - badly, no way was she screwing it up. She smiled ever-so-slightly as she looked up at him, glancing at his hand once more before replying. Of course I do. Why?
Her hazel eyes hovered on the assorted people, wanting much rather to be over with them during the meeting, but able to contain her 'desire' and stay with Trevor. She must really want that position. It did really have her life counting on it. Even though she did have a job as a Death Eater she had no source of income, only living off the quantity her father's will had given her and that was running very, very low. Not reconsidering, are we?
No...just wanted to say that... he lowered his voice slightly to ensure Evie didn't hear him, raising his head slightly to glance over in her direction, I think the Headmaster would be more than pleased if you were to join as the new, permanent Ancient Runes teacher. But, if you're to do that without raising people's suspicions...be best not to let Evie see you--at all. So, unless you intend to spend every meeting with yours truly, who, might I add, wouldn't mind that in the least, His eyes were looking towards the ground as the toe of his foot kicked the stair somewhat boredly, arms now crossed against his body, then you might actually need to bring your lovely uniform to every meeting.
I do believe Winslow has seen a good look of me by now - but I do understand where you're coming from, a mask it is... She answered with with a bit of a shrug, hands going to her upper arms and rubbing them lightly. It was somewhat cold in the chilly mansion she had to admit. Of course it made her seem somewhat smaller, weaker, more fragile but it was their problem if they thought her a lowly opponent. She took out her wand, giving it a little wave - mask appearing in her free hand. She put it on easily, blonde hair standing out from the dark mask. Her head cocked as she looked at him, body language reading 'Better?'
Velda stood near the front of what her and so many other had come to fondly call the 'circle of death' waiting for Voldemort to make himself known. The room was beginning to grow restless even if they were not so animated in showing it besides a few new recruits that did not seem to want to stand still. Sharp green eyes scanned the room behind the safety of her mask falling on the Winslow girl as she shifted back and forth. Velda couldn't help but give a wicked grin of sorts at this, they were all taking bets on how long she would last, how she would die - either by the hand on their lord or by one of the Order members. Some even put death by her dear, sweet husband..- Velda could only wish for that would spike the weekly numbers of her column greatly when she wrote a full cover of the story.
Moving on, Velda brought her greedy eyes to the blond without her mask or robes....She looked vaguely familiar, no matter that wasn't of any importance now, what was however was the man she was talking to...Hmm....now who was that? It was far to hard to see with the mask on and even harder to see with the dim lighting and this mystery man was standing to far into the shadows to make out his features. Hmm, perhaps there was a story there as well...but that was treading over dangerous waters; writing about her fellow Death Eaters. And Velda was in no hurry to feel the pain of the Crucatus or lose her life so perhaps another time.
Sighing bordly she brought a very fair skinned finger up and scratched an itch near her eye, looking at her fingernails after that. They were long over due for a new manicure, come to think of it she was long over due for a alot of things. Like her chance to do something for her Lord, when would he pick her to do something of importance for this? She was one of the loyals, kept on all this time, never renounced the old ways, helped to bring more followers to the circle...When would her time come. Morgana, her dear and closet friend and partner in crime so to speak got her chance to shine, with the Winslow problem...why couldn't she?
I do hate to see such a beautiful face as yours covered, love, he replied quietly in reply, his hands still crossed against his body. He couldn't appear to have a weakness before the others. He was the one they knew nothing about, and he wished to remain that way. To him, having Morgana and Amie both know his face was dangerous, though Amie only knew because of his choosing, and Morgana he had to trust not to betray anything about him because his lord had assigned her, and he couldn't rightly meet up with her in Death Eater garb without setting off alarm bells.
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Hearing some signs of disrest from the crowd and his snake slithering in, the Dark Lord rose from his wing-backed chair, tall and majestic as any dark lord should be. He gave a few commands to Nagini in Parselmouth before stepping out of the room to the 'circle of death' as he heard it had been dubbed through the grapevine.
I am pleased, he said, but then repeated more loudly to get people to silence, I am pleased, my devoted, to see such a large gathering returning. For three years, you have all suffered in my absence. Yet, in a matter of weeks, you have all so willingly returned. I am sad to say that Mr. Lucius Malfoy has departed from our presence. His son was on a mission to break him free, but those nincompoops had treated him so poorly that Mr. Malfoy has passed away. A sad, most valuable loss, but I am sure we can move past it and become much stronger because of it.
It was a speech he had said so many times over the past few weeks as more and more devoted returned to him that it came silkily and smoothly from his tongue as though he truly meant it. Honestly, he doubted their loyalty, figured it was only out of fear. At least he had destroyed their lives to that extent. But, he had a way of making everyone feel as though they were in his inner circle, as even that dingbat Dumbledore had known.
Even as we speak, my friends, things are in motion that will bring the demise of the Order that at my departure caused you all so many problems, revealing your identities, sending many of you on the run. We are attacking from the inside, as Mrs. Winslow's presence here so strongly proves. My dear, why don't you step forward from that wall?
He motioned for her to move, piercing eyes dwelling on her til she obeyed, eyes moving across the rest of the crowd to Velda, noting that Ms. Steward seemed to be missing, but then spotted two masked figures on the staircase. Probably then. But, there was another mind here and he could not figure out whose. His eyes settled upon a white cat near Jessie Seam's feet. Was it possible...an animagus? His glare fixated on Jessie. It was quite obvious he wasn't pleased.
Miss Seams, if you would be so kind as to tell us who your friend here is, I would be much obliged....
Evie felt something slither past her feet as Nagini returned to her master. Oh how she hated that snake, caused so much trouble, ruined so many attempts at taking the forest by surprise. When Voldemort stepped out into the room a sudden hush fell up it and as he spoke the temperature seemed to drop. Evie hated that feeling.
When Voldemort called her forth, Evie stiffened she didn’t want to, wanted to be as far as possible but she stood obediently, walking away from her wall and making her way to the front of the circle so Voldemort and others could see her
Yes my lord she said quietly
Amie rose her brow slightly at his comment, turning her masked face to look at the circle of death. When her cousin was mentioned she looked to the cat. Was she trying to get herself killed? Bringing someone who wasn't even a death eater to a meeting..
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Brown hair slithered off her back and over her shoulders as he spoke to her. She had wanted to discuss this after the meeting, but it seemed her Lord had other plans. This was taking much too long, she wanted things to get to the point. She waited a few moments before explaining, cat beginning to almost shiver. My Lord, this is...Jessie Seams...Junior. My daughter.
Daughter or not, what is she doing here? Voldemort demanded once Evie obeyed him, eyes going from her back to Jessie. He would not have a person he couldn't trust and didn't know in this meeting. It was too pivotal, too important to the success of any mission he had going with any one of his followers. It was too risky, much too risky, and Jessie Seams of all people should have known that! Apparently time had changed her, considering that before, he never would have seen Jessie bringing a person that wasn't useful to a meeting. Before, she'd brought her friend Vicky when it wasn't a meeting, and so he hadn't minded so much, but now...out of the question! Preposterous! Unbelievable!
Stupid idea, very stupid. What was she thinking? Had only three years made her lose her sense? She closed her eyes momentarily as the cat began to slowly back away toward the staircase, obviously wanting to 'come back at a better time.' The moment the words left her lips she knew she was about to be 'scolded,' head bowing and looking to the ground as she took in the shame. I was hoping for her to be recruited. I shouldn't have brought her during the meeting, My lord.
No, you shouldn't have, Seams, Voldemort replied, moving his hand for his wand. A few seemed to think maybe the cat would be struck dead after being forced out of animagus form, and they were...half correct. He used the spell to force the girl out of her animagus form. In here, he instructed. He would be merciful...this time. He would put the girl in there and he would place the inpertubable charm on the room so that she couldn't hear them.
The moment her form was human she bit deep on her lip to keep from crying out, when he motioned toward the room she quickly walked toward it, disappearing inside cautiously. She figured it useless to lean against the door and try to listen so simply sat down on the floor, legs drawn up to her chest tightly.
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Jessie said nothing as the younger girl disappeared from sight, head still bowed as she waited for it to pass..or her heart to stop. To wonder if you were to die or live was a feeling no one should ever have to feel, but when in the presence of the Dark Lord it was a constant nagging feeling.
That taken care of, the Dark Lord returned his wand to his pocket, eyes sharply scanning over the rest of the crowd. To those of you who may have contemplated doing such a thing, the next time, I will not be so merciful, he said with a hint of authority and a threat in his voice.
That said, however, his attention turned back to Evie, eyes remaining on her, forcing her to look him in the eye the best he could without having to perform magic to do so. What news of the Order, Winslow?
Evie slowly brought her eyes up to meet the snake-like slits of Voldemort’s putting up the strongest block on her mind that she was able. Regretting now that she didn’t learn Occlumency fully before Their divided. Word of your return has split them all… it wasn’t really a lie was it? Everyone had different feelings about this news it will be easy to take them out in time
And you, of course, remain within? You have convinced them of your loyalty to their cause? Voldemort inquired, for even if he had a clue, he wanted her to confirm it, a test of loyalty perhaps, a test of how truthful and obedient she was.
Of course my Lord, they do not suspect a thing Evie answered with an obedient bow of her head as she answered
Very well, he answered. Then divulge us their plans, Mrs. Winslow. We are quite eager to hear them for to make those of our own.
Evie paused for a moment as she thought about the best way to go about this, and after a few moments of silence she answered they have no plans as of yet my lord, they are to divided to come to any agreements, and no longer having the guidence of the senior members the Order's foundation is falling apart
keep it up, keep it up...she encouraged herself, doing everything she could to keep her act up
Falling apart, you say? And what of my nemesis? Is he no longer enough to give the team morale to keep going, or has he completely forsaken the order for another path? Voldemort continued, watching her carefully, meaning, of course, Harry Potter.
Potter has not been around for some time, the last I heard of him he was off playing Quidditch she answered, head still bowed, looking down at the dirty ground and at Voldemorts feet, she was feeling a might more than nervous for what ever reason, being asked such questions
Morgana walked into the room, her apperance that of a thin woman with long brown hair that was straight down to the small of her back. She smiled through lips far thicker than the appearance she perferred and smiled slightly waiting for her lord to call on her. He knew she would be late, she had told him ahead of time. She had to work for a few more minutes to set things up for the next part of her plan. Besides, Trey and herself still had to give their report when everything cooled down. Coded of course.
Trevor watched as some woman he didn't recognize came in while his lord interrogated Winslow's wife, glancing over at her, holding out a hand to prevent her from going up any further in the staircase. If he hadn't observed who was missing, he'd not have been able to place her. Wait here, Miss Calloway, he instructed quietly from behind his Death Eater mask. He's busy questioning Winslow about the Order. Apparently they are split in their decision. That said, he glanced over at Amie, who was standing beside him in the same Death Eater garb then back to Morgana momentarily to make sure she'd remain. Hopefully she'd recognize him by his voice, despite his entire body being covered by the black garments and robe and his face by the mask.
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So, the so-called Chosen one has little to no clue that I'm back, Voldemort jeered, shaking his head. That boy truly is cocky to believe he could so easily be rid of me, he a mere boy.
Amie remained silent, leaning against the wall with her arms nimbly crossed. When she heard the sound of footsteps approaching she turned her masked face. God, this thing was annoying. She listened to Trevor talk and rose a brow, wondering how the hell he'd managed to figure out it was her.
Morgana nodded solmnly beneath her own mask and black robes. She knew it was Trey. His voice and his attitudes betrayed him but she was unsure of how he had identified her, and so surely in front of a fellow deatheater. One who was not supposed to know they knew eachother in all probibility.
"Of course Mr. Hunter. Our report occurs after everyone is dismissed and I would never dare cut into Our Lord's interogation."
'Williams' here. No need for her to somehow overhear and put two and two together. Then that little show a couple days ago in you-know-where will be for nothing, Trevor reprimanded, his face behind his mask bearing a slight look of contempt, which neither Amie nor Morgana could see. Lifting his eyes to Voldemort, Trevor could see he seemed to be done with his questioning as Evie, seeing as he was going on about asking her to leave, asking Jessie Seams to remain and the rest to go and for Williams and the two ladies with him to approach and go within the side room that was behind him and to call the other girl out. Apparently, Voldemort had decided to wait for planning until a later date due to the three little side issues that had so suddenly dared present themselves.
Trevor glanced momentarily at both of them before making his way up the stairs, lowering his head in respect as he passed by, going within the room, leaving the door open for Amie and Morgana as he walked over to the other, younger Jessie Seams. Our lord wishes for your company, he told her gruffly, taking a seat in one of the few chairs in the room.
Once the girl was gone, Trevor pulled off his mask and pulled back his hood, running a hand over his hair, looking over at the two girls, eyes focusing on a spot of wall near Amie as he began tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair out of slight impatience.
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Now, Seams, I would not have thought you so ignorant as to dare bring another not bearing my mark before me when such an important meeting was to be taking place. You are fortunate that my curiosity has been slightly peaked as to why you would make such a foolish mistake, or you and your daughter would not be standing here before me, but do not expect such mercy should you dare do something so bold again.
His eyes focused on the eldest Jessie Seams, expression making it obvious that he was not amused.
Morgana smirked and brushed away a few strands of red hair from her face boredly as he reprimanded her for her slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry Mr. Williams. I was always under the pretense that when one is being interrogated by the dark lord himself that they very rarely pay attention to outside forces and conversations as far away as ours. Besides, she would never put you with me. I'm a compleatly different person...your sister or your cousin if she should happen to be smart enough to ask."
Morgana smirked and started picking at her nails for the duration of the meeting, right up to the point where she was called for. She nodded solumly, secretly beaming inside, knowing that she was going to be congradulated and rewarded possibly for her excellent work.
She nodded deeply in respect to her Lord as she passed into the room behind Trey. Morgana helped herself into one of the chairs in the room, crossing her legs and leaning lightly on the arm rest until her lord was finished with his outside buisness. She could not believe the impertinance of the elder Seams. She should know better of all people...