Death Eater Meeting 001

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[lucius]

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Lucius couldn't be more excited. His father was bringing him to see the Dark Lord to finally do what he needed to to get his mark. His father knew he was ready for this and also knew that Voldemort could use someone that was inside the school. It would be an advantage for him and his plans. Abraxus knew they should've left the house earlier and cursed under his breath. Lucius could see that it could get difficult in following the Dark Lord. Abraxus would have to tell him that it would be hard for Lucius to come to all the meetings and hopefully he wouldn't be terribly angry with that. It's hard to dissaperate from the school and even if Lucius could get to Hogsmeade, it'd still be a little hard. But he would do his best explaining so his son would not be harmed.

They walked up the way to the hideout of Voldemort and his followers. By what Abraxus could tell, they were currently the only ones that had shown up. Voldemort was already in a bad mood, he told himself. The Dark Lord hated people being late to any sort of meeting, no matter how silly it was. Lucius followed closely behind his father, looking at his surroundings so he'd remember how to get there. He didn't want to dissapoint his father or the mighty Voldemort. It was all he wanted...to be a death eater. He knew that becoming one, it would make his father very pleased. He also knew that no matter what...his child in the future would become one as well.

Abraxus pushed open the door and led Lucius up a few flights of stairs until they came to the designated location. Lucius got a small chill, but quickly shook it off. He didn't want to seem scared in front of Voldemort. If anything, he wanted to have confidence in himself when he finally met him. Brutus brought Lucius into a darkly lit room and bowed. "My Lord," he said, looking to the floor, "Please forgive me. I did not mean to keep you waiting." He stood up slowly and his eyes glanced around. Just as he thought. He and Lucius were the only ones there. Not much harm should come to them for that. Malfoys were always prompt with arriving. He reached behind him and pulled Lucius to his side. "This is my son, Lucius. He has told me that he would like to become a loyal follower."

Lucius looked to the shadow in the chair, the room to dark to actually see the person in the chair. He stood quietly by his father's side, remembering everything he told him. 'Do not speak until the Dark Lord has spoken to you first,' he had told Lucius. He didn't want anything to happen to him and Lucius knew that Voldemort would not be afraid to harm a young boy. "Also I knew how much it would mean to you to have someone inside the school." He pushed Lucius foward so Voldemort had a better look at him. Now they just had to wait and see what the verdict was for Lucius's fate with the Dark Lord.

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[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

Having gotten herself expelled, Celeste was feeling rather proud. She only wished Ave would have disappeared forever. She should have killed her, but being in plain sight still, she would have been taken to Azkaban, and then there would have been no use for her. Being useless was not something she was keen on. She wouldn't be useless to her Lord so long as she was able. She couldn't fathom that. There was no use for her being arrested, or late. She ran a hand through her hair, pulling at it lightly. She wanted to leave and her father was just delaying further and further. She begged for them to leave, but they wouldn't. She was getting frustrated.

She stomped out of her room, looking to her father and mother. Her mother was already ready, and was going to leave without her. She looked her in the face, and she screamed angrily, "Tu vas!" Her mother just thought she could leave her behind. Her mother was almost scared of her, but it was just one of those things. She stomped her heel, the floor shaking lightly, "Tu vas!" She screamed again. She wrapped her hands around her wand, and she lifted it towards her mother. "Animum Quiesce." She said. Her mother clutched her chest, and she began to fall over. Celeste smiled, and she turned as her father stomped up the stairs. "Celeste you are...What did you do?" He asked, rushing to his wife's side. He halted Celeste's spell. She turned on her heel, and she stomped off down the stairs. "We leave now." She said, her tone finite.

And, she got her way. She always did. The family apparated to the closer point. Celeste felt her eyes look over the house, not knowing exactly what to expect here. She knew she was a better follower then her parents were, but she didn't know what he would think of that. Would her age get in the way? She hoped not. That wasn't what she wanted. She would love to be the pride and joy of the Dark Lord, but her obsessive thoughts were unrealistic, she knew that much. She would keep them to herself, and seh would just move on, and do what was asked of her. She was there to do for him, not for her. That was her life.

As the family reached the house, her father opened the door. She followed them. Her mother kept her distance, and that fact brought a smile to her face. She enjoyed the fact that her mother was scared of her. She deserved that respect. She moved beside her mother as she moved up the stairs. She put her arm through the other's and she smiled, laying her head on the shoulder, and she could feel the tension in the other's stance. "Faire attention." She cooed in her mother's ear. Her mother gasped, and her father grabbed her by her top, and he slapped her across the face. He pushed her forward, and into the door, and she fell as they entered the room. He looked down at her, and she pulled herself up, pointing her wand at him. Her mother stepped between them, pulled her daughter up, and bowed her head towards the group in there. "Excuse our tardiness, My Lord." Celeste could see others in the room but her attention was on the Dark Lord. She dropped her eyes, and she looked through her bangs, and she couldn't lift her head. He was right there, and there was nothing she could do but stand, but at the same time, she knew not to speak if he didn't speak to her first.

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[/b][/color] Voldemort asked rhetorically, he didn’t even formally greet his Death Eater. Generally Voldemort knew that Malfoys were always on time, so there was no surprise they would be the first to arrive. His eyes went from the older man to the younger one besides him after Brutus had introduced him.

So this was the boy Abraxas had been ranting and raving about? His precious and talented son who had a love for the Dark Arts and was decent with a wand. How typical. Voldemort’s eyes flickered as he looked the younger boy up and down. “I have a few loyal Death Eaters inside of the school,” he informed the two, hissing out his S’s. “They give very reliable information.” Voldemort observed bother father and son as he spoke. “What makes you more special than them?” he asked the blonde boy, watching his expression as he did so. “What can you offer me?” he asked the boy, truly interested in his response.

Voldemort looked away from the younger Malfoy boy and tore his eyes to the door. A second later the Lemieux family came through, their daughter falling. He sneered. The Lemieux family was one that was well respected by many people. Voldemort did have respect for them as well, but not as profound as he did with other pureblood families. It was because their bloodline was tainted with Veela blood. Still, they got their job done and were loyal to him. Loyalty was always on Voldemort’s mind, it was something he valued.

“Your tardiness will be over looked, this time.” Voldemort told them after they had apologized. It seemed that was a trend all his Death Eaters were doing. He was tired of them apologizing to him, they wouldn’t have to if they learned not to keep him waiting. That was a lesson he would take to teaching them if this continued. “Tardiness twice in a row will not be tolerated. Next time expect punishment.” He looked to the Malfoy family as well. “The same goes for you.” He warned, a smirk now present on his face.[/size]


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admin note; i fixed Lucius's father's name. it's actually Abraxus, not Brutus. Brutus is Lucius's grandfather. (:
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[lucius]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Abraxus bowed his head at the Voldemort's words. What he spoke was truth. Abraxus had not wanted to be late, but Lucius was being slow and he had to tear him away from his mother to get to the meeting early enough to make the Dark Lord happy. Thankfully, they had made it there just in time too. This was Lucius first meeting, he didn't need to be tortured just yet. That would come later if it had to. He did not need to get him angry, so Abraxus just kept his mouth shut. When he spoke to Lucius, Abraxus looked to his son. Watching to see what he would do. He was hoping he wouldn't disappoint him. He tought him well...so he shouldn't.

Lucius continued to stand quitely as the shadowy figure spoke to him. He, of course, figured he'd already have death eaters in the school, but how reliable was their information? Lucius would have to find that out and make himself seem better than the rest of them. Lucius knewwhat to do. His father told him everything. There was no way that Lucius could screw this up. He had this all planned out in his head. What makes him more special? 'A lot more,' he thought to himself, quite smugly. He knew better than to answer that question. He didn't want to seem too full of himself. Voldemort had to see that he was loyal to him, not his own self. That would be ridiculous. At the next question, Lucius rested his hands behind his back, as he looked at Voldemort. "I can offer you an attack," he said simply.

Abraxus was quite surprised at what his son had said. 'An attack?' he thought. He had no idea what Lucius was thinking. Surely, he knew he wanted his mark, but for that? He could only imagine what the Dark Lord would make his son do. It could be horrible, no doubt. Abraxus had begun to step forward when the doors opened behind them and he stopped. Lucius looked behind him to the newcomers and scowled. The Lemieux family. Perfect. Celeste was among them. Seeing her made Luicus look back to Voldemort quickly. He didn't need her to ruin what he was about to do. When Voldemort spoke to the Lemieuxs, Lucius smirked slightly. They would get yelled at. Then it was aimed at him and his father, they both nodded. "Of course," they both said in unison.

"Please, My Lord," Lucius said, trying to get Voldemort's attention back on him. "The school is hosting a Halloween bash in Hogsmeade Village. The whole school will be there. You could plan your attack for that night." He glanced over at Celeste. "Celeste could surely help, along with your other Death Eaters in the school. We'll all go in costume. No one shall ever see it coming." Abraxus was impressed with Lucius's suggestion. Now they both just had to see what Voldemort would do.

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He honestly had no idea what he expected the Malfoy boy to answer his question with, but that response was not it. Voldemort however hid his surprise and keep his poker face intact. All he did was laugh, a cold and chilling laugh. “An attack?” he questioned. The Dark Lord wouldn’t have admitted it but he was a little impressed with the boy’s suggestion, but at the same time it was almost a smack in the face. He was impressed because he knew that most of his school aged Death Eaters wouldn’t have the courage to make a suggestion for an attack. Yet Voldemort wondered if Lucius doubted his capabilities? Surely Voldemort would’ve found out about the Hogsmeade trip on his own, not someone who came into his lair dressed in fancy clothes and was possibly spoiled all his life and raised as if he were better than everyone else. Maybe that was true, he was better than muggles, mudbloods, halfbreeds and blood traitors, but here—he would just be like all his other Death Eaters. He would have to prove himself before he could be considered of high rank and one of Voldemort’s most trusted.

The boy continued to talk and Voldemort did listen closely to what the younger Malfoy was saying. “You can offer me an attack, yet you want me to plan it myself?” of course he would plan the attack, he would not trust the younger Malfoy boy with something as important as this. Yes, it was very important – attacking Hogsmeade while the Hogwarts students were present would guarantee him the front headline in the Daily Prophet. Not to mention killing and injuring students right under Dumbledore’s nose. Oh yes, it would go down perfectly. The people who doubted him and thought of him as a joke or someone who just wanted attention would know that he was here to stay and was not going anywhere. They would be afraid of him and his Death Eaters. “What you merely offered wasn’t an attack, but a suggestion for the attack.” Even though he said those words in a chilling tone, he still was impressed with the boy. He just needed to test him and see his capabilities – and how far he was willing to go to be marked as Voldemort’s.

Voldemort’s eyes trailed over to the Lemieux family and stopped on the young girl. She was looking directly at him which made him smirk. “I’ve heard about your expulsion.” his voice was almost in a teasing tone. “It makes me wonder what good it is to have a Death Eater who hasn’t fully completed their education.” One of Voldemort’s Death Eaters had heard from their child about the expulsion of Celeste and he had quickly reported it to his Lord. Voldemort had been angered that he hadn’t heard it from the girl herself as soon as it happened. He hated waiting for information when he could’ve easily gotten the news from her. “Tell me, how did that go about? How did you get expelled?” [/size]


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[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

She didn't want to be here with them, she wanted to be alone, with her Lord and the Malfoy's, and the other families. Her lousy parents weren't worth of being here. She just wanted to do as she was told, but by Him, not them. They were nothing, and she knew as soon as she was able, she'd do away with them. She would do away with her father first. Her mother could watch, then suffer the same fate. If Ana didn't like it? Well she was expendable too, lesser then they were, as she was her twin, but she could get on alone. She would find herself another, and she would devote her time to them, and her Dark Lord. That's all she would ever need in life.

An attack? The others spoke of an attack. She liked the idea, she would say nothing. She hadn't been addressed. Her air of contempt went towards her parents as she pulled herself back into composure. She kept her eyes away from them, and her back mirrored her eyes. She had no reason to look at them, she only wanted to focus on the others here. She also wanted to kill them, deeply, but she couldn't right now. She knew they could help the Dark Lord, and she had to be reasonable. Reasonable to most people was not what it was to her, she was not a rational, reasonable or friendly girl. she was obsessive, violent and into Dark arts and acts of sadism outside the realm of magic. She knew people would wonder what was wrong with her, where her parents had gone wrong, and she could have cared less. she could tell you many things they'd done wrong, but it wasn't the time for that. Plans were afoot, but she could only seem to think of loathing. This is what her damned parents reduced her to. It was a disgrace.

She then parted her lips as he addressed her. In all honestly, she was humbled at the fact he addressed her at all. She saw him smile, and she felt shivers rack her lithe form, she wasn't sure what caused them, fear or excitement. She swallowed as he mentioned her expulsion. She nodded as he said he'd heard of it. She furrowed her brow as he mentioned her schooling not being complete. Her father started to speak, and she waved him off, silencing him. She spoke for herself. "All do respect, My Lord, but they taught me nothing, what good is a school run by something like Dumbledore?" She said quietly, but enough so it seemed she wasn't scared. Then he asked about how. She kept her voice even, "I attacked a Mudblooded cousin of mine and left her for dead." Her voice came out faster then she expected, her accent hanging thick to some of the words she spoke.

She gripped her skirt, and she swallowed lightly, speaking again, slower this time. "I do second Lucius' idea on the attack, it shall happen if you give us the chance. We will not fail you, My Lord." She spoke with a quiet confidence strange to hear even by her own ears, but she wasn't one to argue with her own voice.

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[lucius]

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When Voldemort questioned his idea, Lucius only nodded. If he wanted anything to happen, the Hogsmeade festival was the best time to do it. Everyone was going to be there. Students, teacher, and of course...Dumbledore. If Lucius was as powerful as Voldemort, he'd plan for an attack at that time. That was how he figured out what to share with the Dark Lord. Lucius glanced back at his father and Abraxus gave him an approving nod. He was very proud of what he son had come up with, and he was hoping that Voldemort would go with his plan. The kids in the school would be a distraction from Voldemort and the adult death eaters, so they could make their move. Abraxus made sure he stayed quiet. He didn't need to ruin his son's moment. This was definitely something that he wasn't going to forget and Abraxus knew that when Lucius had a child, he would bring his child to do the exact same thing.

When Voldemort questioned him again, Lucius got nervous. "Uhm...well," he stuttered. He thought for a quick moment before coming up with something to tell the man in front of him. "But of course, my Lord," he said, bowing his head slightly. "Surely, you wouldn't want a mere child to plan it. If you needed any assistance with more suggestions, I could help, but I wouldn't want to ruin a great attack like this with childish thoughts." He figured something like that would put him in the better graces of the Dark Lord. He was practically (and figeritively) on his knees, kissing his feet, but Lucius didn't care. The Malfoys had always been there for Voldemort. They were one of the many families that were by his side. He didn't want anything to happen to that privilage.

It wasn't long before Voldemort turned his attention back on Celeste. Lucius had actually forgotten that she was there, she was so quiet. It was the first time he had ever not heard her speak. He wondered if it was hard for her to stay silent for this long. When she spoke about why she was expelled, Lucius let out a small laugh. He quickly cleared his throat and kept his head down. He remembered hearing about that. That Tringham girl had been a fish for a while and was just left there before anyone tended to her. Lucius would've just killed her and walked away. He was sure no one was around that night, Celeste could've just done that. He glanced at her when she agreed with his idea. Well, she was good for a few things. Now he really hoped that Voldemort would go along with his idea. He knew his father would agree with it, it was no arguement. He stood paitiently, staring at the floor, slightly frightened to look at Voldemort.

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[/b][/color] he questioned. “Are you insisting that you are a child?” his nostrils flared from his already deforming nose. “I do not allow children to become Death Eaters. No, you are of age, correct?” he didn’t want for an answer before he carried on. “You are a man, Lucius Malfoy. Or else you wouldn’t be standing before me now. I would never waste my time watching over and babysitting children.” Voldemort told him, his voice cold and chilling.

Voldemort paused for a moment, taking in all the faces of the Death Eaters that were present. “The attack,” he carried on, “is going to happen.” He stood from his throne and walked towards Lucius. “If this goes badly,” Voldemort hissed. “You will be held responsible. I do not take failed attacks lightly. It makes me look weak,” the Dark Lord hated being weak or being called weak. He craved power, lusted after it. If he had the actual ability to love then power would be the love of his life. “However, if things go well, you should be reworded. I will mark you as one of mine. Of course, there is something else that needs to be taken care of.” Voldemort looked over at the boxes that were filled with dead decomposing bodies. A sick grin formed on his face, and he turned back to the younger blonde. “After I dismiss this meeting you will stay behind.” He told him and then walked away.

He walked towards the Lemieux family, standing directly in front of the youngest of the three. “They taught you nothing?” he circled her, looking her up and down as he did so. “I’m not surprised. Dumbledore is a fool.” Voldemort’s hate for Albus Dumbledore was one that everyone knew about. They may not have known why, but it was due to Voldemort fearing him. He had always done so since he was younger, but Voldemort would never let anyone know that. Now that Voldemort had one less Death Eater at Hogwarts he would need to have another. That spot would be filled by Lucius Malfoy, if he proved he could prove himself to the Dark Lord. As Celeste began to speak on the reason she was expelled Voldemort’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Left her for dead?” he repeated in question. “You didn’t kill her…how unfortunate. Next time you must try harder. Next time you kill her and show no mercy.” Voldemort knew what it was like to dispose of family members. He did it with such ease and without a care at all. “Pureblood families need to remain pure. Letting such filth in would be a disrespect to our blood.” He looked at Celeste’s mother. “But for some families, no matter how much you try to cover up and dispose of your impurities they always come to light.” He was of course referencing to her veela blood that she passed on to her own children.

His eyes tore off of Mrs. Lemieux and looked at her daughter once more. She agreed to Lucius’ idea of the attack. “If you agree with it than I shall also hold you responsible if it goes terribly wrong.” He informed her. “You both better not fail,” his voice held no emotion when he spoke. “I will not tolerate Death Eaters that fail me. It’ll do you well to know that you’re all disposable and replaceable.”

Voldemort walked into the direction of the door to the room, it was closed so he grabbed both of the handles and pulled it opened. Voldemort was face to face with his other Death Eaters, his eyes narrowed “You’re late.” He pulled out his wand and the closest one was instantly met with a “Crucio!” Screaming could be heard echoing off the walls. Voldemort turned swiftly and the screaming instantly stopped once the curse was off of the poor unfortunate Death Eater. As Voldemort walked down back to his throne his Death Eaters shuffled in, going into their usual spots.

The Dark Lord sat down in his chair and observed his followers. Some were loyal and his most trusted, while some joined him out of fear and not loyalty. Those were the ones that were easily disposable. “Now that you’ve wasted my time with your tardiness – I’ll get straight to the point. As some of you may know from your children – Hogwarts is having a Halloween Festival at the end of the month.” He paused to look at his Death Eaters, looking into their minds to get their thoughts and to see why they had been late to his meeting. They were lucky they were being excused, it was only due to Voldemort being eager to begin planning the attack. He had this spell he had been wanting to try out for some time now, and it seemed that Hogsmeade would be the perfect place to test it out. “We are going to make this a Halloween nobody will ever forget.” The Dark Lord paused dramatically. “We are going to attack.”[/size]


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Ruben sat quietly at his desk grading horrible paper after horrible paper; seriously, monkeys could do better than this. He slashed numerous times along the piece of parchment before putting a grade at the top that would surely not make the refrigerator, then moved on to the next paper. Ruben loved teaching, honestly he did. He enjoyed instilling useful knowledge into shaping young minds, especially in a class that will actually help them in the future, unlike his co-worker Slade’s class which is a class dedicated to the un-magical rift raft that was muggles. Filling children’s head with useless information about automobiles and blenders was simply ridiculous. When they are ready to leave school and get a job, knowing the function of a vacuum will not help them in a job interview. Potions was a rock solid subject that would live on far past when all the muggles are killed off and are nothing more than pages in a history textbook for Slades class. Ruben grunted as he marked some more papers, his arm began to burn scolding hot pain. He turned his arm over to reveal the glowing mark that was imprinted on him the day after he graduated from Hogwarts. His parents were so proud the day Voldemort marked him and he officially became a death eater. His parents were loyal subjects and Ruben was no different. He had been The Dark Lords follower for eight years now; he never left his parents or Voldemort down. Ruben was exceedingly loyal to those who deserved it. He didn’t care much about anyone but those few likes Voldemort or his parents, he would o anything for.

The young man packed up his papers, careful to put them neatly back in his suitcase and organized his desk. His OCD really got the better of him sometimes. Being a teacher made it much more difficult to get out of the castle. He was forced to come face to face with the headmaster and come up with a sly and reasonable excuse why he must part from the school at such an hour, seeing as it wasn’t possible to apporate out of the school unless in the headmasters office. But Ruben had a way with words and with a slick smile he thanked the headmaster and apporated out of his office. Getting out of the headmasters office had taken more time than he imagined and was a few minutes late. He knew his punishment would be well deserved as he walked along the stone path into the old mansion.

Ruben led himself down the stone stairs to the basement of the dark lord’s home and opened the door. He saw only a few, their numbers were low tonight. Ruben saw his father stand on the opposite side of the room. Knowing his mother was very ill; he knew he wouldn’t see her next to him. He eyed the children he saw who were also gathered tonight, Lucius Malfoy and Celeste something or another who had been expelled from Hogwarts for some reason Ruben didn’t bother to know about, he really didn’t care. Ruben turned to the Dark Lord and bowed, the Dark Lord knew Ruben was a Hogwarts teacher and knew the difficulty of leaving the castle on such sort notices, yet Ruben knew that was no excuse and as not going to bore the lord with words when he knew he deserved punishment anyway.
“Good evening My Lord” he said simply, knowing after eight years of service, there were no such things as excuses and you were better to keep quiet than talk too much.

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