I sat there, just sort of staring at the walls. I'd already been through most of initiation; I had to stupid tattoo and I'd pledged myself to Lord Voldemort, but now I was going to live in 'headquarters' with all the rest of the fugitives. I sat there across from a desk, absentmindedly picking at my robe as I waited for Lucius to finish whatever he was doing.
"Right then," he finally said, setting some sort of paperwork aside. I looked up and blinked. "Well, you seem to check out just fine. No record of you has been found anywhere, so I believe your right to trust." I nodded. I'd been doing a lot of that lately, because I was afraid that I'd said anything, I might just burst out laughing at what I was about to accomplish. "You room will be down the hall, to your left, and five doors down," he handed me a key. "Thank you, sir!" I said, putting on my best smile. He looked at me, slightly disgusted, and then left. I followed him out and then went to my new room.
My bags had already been brought from wherever they check them (making sure no spies of Dumbledore are making their way through) and the room had (obviously) not been cleaned. I shook my head, it didn't really bother me much though, I was used to a messy room. I grabbed a book from my bag and tore out two pages from the middle, admiring them:
'101 Ways to Annoy, Harass, Confuse or Generally Scare Lord Voldemort or: Sure-Fire ways to Get Yourself Killed. (Or At Least Crucio'd Round The Block and Back Again)'
Of course, I didn't plan on getting killed. Maybe Crucio'd, but it'd be worth it! I put the pieces of paper in one of the desk drawers and dusted a bit around the room. A few cobwebs here and there, but (luckily) no spiders. I hate spiders.
Well, as soon as I was done with that, I decided to take a walk. Locking the door behind me (you could never be too careful around a bunch of Deatheaters); I set out to explore the rest of the house. Like my room, it looked as if it'd never been clean, or at least not for the past 100 years. Here and there, people passed each other, talking in whispers and plotting against other Deatheaters so that they could become higher in status. Suddenly, I was reminded of the wizards in Discworld.
Well, anyway, who should I happen to bump into on my walk but Bellatrix Lestrange herself. Oh, how I hated her! But, I couldn't let it show; after all, I'm trying to pass as a Deatheater here, therefore I need to act as if I admire her. Erg. "Hello, Mrs. Lestrange," I said, in my most polite voice that I could manage.
She looked at me as if I was a mere peasant and her the Queen, "Hello...?"
"Oh, just call me Eviolla," I said, still smiling. It was the name of one of my characters from my original story, so I guessed it was safe since I didn't remember anyone by that name anywhere else.
"Right," she said once more in that annoying way of hers. "You must be new."
"Oh yes, very new, just got here today!"
"You seem a bit too cheerful."
My face dropped; oh crap. "Am I, er, not supposed to be?"
"Oh no, it's just that all new recruits always seem a bit too happy at first."
Oh thank Eru. "Oh, I see."
"Well, I'll be going," and she left. Didn't even say 'good-bye.'
Well, anyway! A few hours later, I walked back to my room, smiling. Tomorrow, the torture would commence...
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