PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME // Death Eaters

[.MATHEW ETHAN GREENGRASS !]

I CAN BE SO MEAN WHEN I WANNA BE
I AM CAPABLE OF REALLY ANYTHING
BUT MY HEART IS BROKEN

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Regulus smirked at the person sitting across from him, said person moved in the chair but made no attempt to talk or move from his post. They were at the moment the only two people in the small pub sitting in the farthest corner of Knockturn Alley, other than the elder bar tender that hardly gave them the eye. Regulus had asked for a fire whiskey that sat untouched across from him, his hands lying only inches from it. He wore a set of dark green robes. His hair was not tied up, with a few loose ones that rested against his pale skin. To any passing person the two wore no suspiciousness. Unfortunate for them this was a very important Death Eater meeting, after thinking about it Regulus was thinking that maybe it was time for him to share his plans with some of his most trusted or at least important Death Eaters.

A Sunday night worked for them, the cold weather meant that hardly anyone was outside, the holidays had began a while back but he had made sure to pick a place that no wondering Hogwarts scum would try to enter. Not even the foolish children that had just began their lives of magic and wonder would dare come into Knockturn Alley, with so many mysterious creature attacks and Death Eaters still out there on the run. In the case they were foolish enough to do it, different protective spells had been also placed and dealing with any intruder would be easy. Even if their current numbers were smaller than he would have hoped, Regulus Lestrange unlike his mother was someone that thought his moves before hand. He was more than ready for this meeting, to say the least he was looking forward to it.

That was very different from the feelings of the man sitting across from him, Draco Malfoy was not so happy to be sitting in the pub with Regulus at the moment. He continued to tap his fingers in the wood, wishing that the others would arrive so this could be done with. Regulus himself was annoyed by this, no only were their worries low but he wished that the blonde man was not there. The Malfoy, unlike his father was not a true Death eater by heart, he was on it more out of duty than his own wishes. That tended to make him a bad soldier on his opinion, plus his son’s actions had caused a lot of trouble for them. He could have used with the extra Death Eater thought, his feelings placed aside he would stand the presence of his cousin.

Regulus looked around, the time was getting closed and if they knew him well, his Death eaters would not be late. He himself had arrived early to ready things, dragging Draco along with him to help. Also he was sure had he not dragged the man, Draco would have probably thought of some excuse not to show his face and he just couldn’t allow that to happen. A loud plop, made both pf them look up. Regulus smiling like a Chester cat and Draco looking more miserable than before. Regulus crossed his leg and tapped his hands in the same faction that Draco had done minutes before. The real party was about to begin.

“Our dear friends are finally arriving.” Draco simply nodded, his face settling on the door.

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Word Count: 573
Tags: Death Eaters
Outfit: Explained on post.
Note: Should be replying,
but this needs to get done.. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size]

[.RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT !]

AND SO IT WAS THAT LATER, AS THE MILLER TOLD HIS TALE
THAT HER FACE, AT FIRST JUST GHOSTLY, TURNED A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

So this was to be it then, the first Death Eater meeting that he would attend as a fully fledged Death Eater. After getting his mark a few other things, this was among the most important moments of his life. This was his chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with the older Death Eaters, not as someone who wanted to be one of them, not as an outsider, but as one of them. From this day onward he would ensure that the surname Nott would not associate him with a gutless, cowardice father, but as somebody to be reckoned with. He would correct the mistake his father had made and make such a name for himself that he would not only be known within the corridors and halls of the Hogwarts Castle, but the world. This was his chance and Raiden Nott never let a chance go by and he was going to start now.

Making sure his attire was appropriate Raiden gazed at himself in the mirror. He looked good, but that was hardly unexpected. What was different was him, not only physically but mentally as well. He had trained himself, bettered his skill in magic and he had worked his body, pushing it to extremes that a professor, father or friend, if Raiden really had that kind of person, would surely have prevented him from doing. He didn’t care though. If he woke up, his body aching all over and his mind drained from being overworked in the morning it was all worth it. Looking at himself over in the mirror proved that. He was more a man than a teenage boy now and that was what he would prove to those Death Eaters twice his age, that was what he would prove to his Dark Lord and that was what he would prove to himself.

He had chosen black robes, it seemed appropriate, but also one could never go wrong with that colour. His shoes where cleaned to perfection, something that he had taken upon himself and not allowed one of the house elves to do. It was odd for Raiden, since things had an order for him, but he found it helped him place everything in his mind in place, and he needed that now. To sometimes just get out of himself, but he would never admit to that. Perfection didn’t need a break, because it was perfect and perfection was his goal. His wand was already in the inside pocket of his coat, since it was chilly outside, what it being that time of year and all and his hair in a messy neat combination. He gazed down over his shoulder to look at the clock that hung over his king sized bed in his room in the Nott Estate. Although there were no hands to indicate time and it looked more like the night skies than a clock face, he could see that it was time to leave.

His parents were not home and he had no idea where Nadine was. It didn’t matter though, it made things easier, less questions. Though his father knew better than to talk to him and his mother, well his mother was a smart woman and she knew her sons desires enough to know that she didn’t want to ask questions. He gazed around the room once and then a loud crack emanated through it and his room was empty, the Nott Estate deserted of human form and only the house elves remaining. There was another crack and then he stood before a dingy looking pub, in a far corner of Knockturn Alley. Oh, it was much better to be a wizard of age than not one. He didn’t have anytime to dwell now though. He walked forward and pushed the door open and entered the pub. His eyes scanned the room until it fell upon the person whom he sought and there sitting opposite to him, the traitor’s father, Draco Malfoy.

Raiden walked passed the other Death Eaters and made his way directly to Regulus. He didn’t care about his age; he needed to know that Regulus Lestrange knew he had a devoted follower to the end. Once he stood before the table he greeted the pair. “My Lord,” Raiden nodded as he greeted Regulus and then turned to Draco, “Mr Malfoy,” he greeted Draco, but not in the same manner as he had all the years he had, when Scorpius was his friend.

[sorry for not replying earlier, i didn't see it. strange, very strange. i can bring claudia in later too.]

[.MATHEW ETHAN GREENGRASS !]

I CAN BE SO MEAN WHEN I WANNA BE
I AM CAPABLE OF REALLY ANYTHING
BUT MY HEART IS BROKEN

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Regulus could simply laugh at the man sitting before him pain for ever, the shame he felt about the betrayal of his own children filled Regulus with a sense of joy, that made him worry a bit about his sanity. Yet Lucius Malfoy had been such a proud man, always believing that his own descendants would one day lead the Death Eaters. Yet his only son had turned into a coward that followed them more out of fear than loyalty. Then his grandchildren had been no better, the Malfoys who had once stood proud were now nothing more than a big disgrace around the wizard community. It was in one side a bit troubling to know that they were on the bridge of loosing another pureblood family, but in the other hand Regulus didn’t pay much attention to that.

He was not a fool and he could see that no matter how they tried, keeping families poor was almost impossible by now. He was more than happy to allow the bloodlines to disappear, frankly he just wanted to rule over them all. Make sure that his law was the final law and he wanted people around to be able to that. Plus not even the great old families were as pure as they tried to get on, many generations had their so called black sheep. His own Black line had a few family members who had given birth to squibs or married mud bloods and even muggles. Simply because they chose to erase said people from family tress, didn’t meant that their actions would just puff out of existence.

“Don’t be ashamed of the failure you little puppies had caused us all, I’m not my mother and I would never charge you with their lack of loyalty to the family. Regulus simply laughed at the sharp look Draco gave him, as he heard the door open he regained his composure and turned his head to the newcomer. He followed the young man as he walked toward his direction and recognized the elder Nott child. Regulus nodded at the newly recruited Death Eater, a but impressed by him manners. He just hoped he was also talented in the other fields that were so important for his followers to follow, he needed good warriors and intelligent wizards among his armies. Brutal force thought helpful in his plans, was of no use of they lacked brains.

“Is a joy to have such an enthusiastic young among us tonight, I had hoped with the presence of others, but apparently they had more important plans for their daily lives.” At this Regulus returned Draco’s previous sharp look. In truth he was more than happy to remind the man of his failure to rise loyal children, than had ran into the open arms of the “great” Harry Potter. He gave Nott a smile, he was a bit surprise to see him in his ranks. Even if the boy’s ancestors had been followers of Voldemort, his own father had chosen another side. Yet at least Theodore Nott had not gone and joined the Order, he had simply reminded neutral. It would have been of great interest to have him among his followers, but as long as he posted not thread. Regulus was willing to leave him to his life.

“Please sit down with us.” Regulus for the first time took a sip from his drink as he eyed Draco while he did his best to blend into his surrounding, already so into his chair as he tried to simply disappear into it. This was going to be a very bad night for the older man. Regulus reminded on his post as other Death Eaters joined them, only nodding toward them and returning their hellos. He caught glimpse of some familiar faces, other were new recruits which he welcomed warmly, it was of his best interest to get along with all of them. He couldn’t risk anyone turning their backs or acting against him.

Another death eater of his age almost joined Draco in his work of trying to disappear into their surrounding. Nicolas Dawlish, probably not the best Death eater out there. The man had not joined them because he believed their cause, but at least he knew he would not be stupid to go around telling their plans. Happy or not the young Dawlish was at least loyal to them, even if it was out of his love for his sister. Yet it was clear to see that he wasn’t very happy to be around, another would let him ho. But Dawlish was a valuable source into what ever was going in around the Ministry. His kindness turned him into someone that many of them trusted.

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Word Count: 798
Tags: Death Eaters
Outfit: Explained on post.
Note: Draco & Nick will get their own post, someday. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size]

[.RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT !]

AND SO IT WAS THAT LATER, AS THE MILLER TOLD HIS TALE
THAT HER FACE, AT FIRST JUST GHOSTLY, TURNED A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

Raiden nodded at the comment that Regulus gave. He wasn’t much for smiling, and even though Regulus had offer him one, he could not reciprocate, however he was still well mannered enough to accept it. “Well thank you Lord." He was of course more than enthusiastic, but he would wait for a more opportune moment to advise or show his new Dark Lord that. He gazed at Draco as Regulus did, mentioning the enthusiastic young and him hoping that there would be more. “Yes,” he agreed as he diverted his eyes from a man that he had once considered as a father figure, to return it to Regulus’ gaze. “Well we all had hope,” he pondered about having his friend here by his side like he had always envisioned, “but it is often ill advised to count on hope, or at least that it what I’ve learnt,” referring to his friendship with Scorpius that had ended so badly.

As Regulus offered him to take a seat Raiden eyed the rest of the crowd wearingly, then nodded a thank you and seated himself by Regulus and Draco who seamed to be trying to disappear into the seat he was positioned on. It was an odd feeling to be sitting with The Dark Lord himself, although that was where he believed he should be, by his right hand. He had always been the one to watch others in positions that he now found himself seated at. He had always accompanied or seen Scorpius at his great-aunt’s side when she was still alive. He was considered her little golden boy and although they had been the best of friends at the time, Raiden had always been jealous of him, because of it. He had thought that Scorpius hadn’t known, but during their confrontation in the common room Scorpius had advised Raiden that he had always known.

At least now, with Bellatrix dead, although he would not wish that on any of his leaders, and Regulus in charge he had more of a chance to prove himself. Regulus didn’t seem the type to favour people merely because of they were related. Of course he was working on assumption. Draco was the one sitting opposite from him, which might mean something else. Yet, he looked from the one to the other, he couldn’t see that as being the truth. There seemed to be a tension between them and it certainly looked like Draco wanted to be any other place but here. Perhaps having Draco sit opposite from him, Regulus was ensuring the man didn’t slip off somewhere and betray them like his dear children had.

Gazing in the direction that Regulus was Raiden noticed a man, who he guessed had to be about Regulus’ age, because he certainly didn’t look to be younger and had he been older he would have known him, knowing all of the older Death Eaters who had been loyal to the dark for years now. He noticed how the man seemed to be trying to disappear in the crowd, in fact if he hadn’t been curious as to what or whom Regulus was so interested him, he would have surely gone unnoticed. Raiden cleared his throat to gain Regulus’ attention once more. “Sorry my Dark Lord, but I think most, if not all are present and are waiting for you.” He pointed out the many Death Eaters that were now looking in their direction.

[I’m going to make Claudia late for the meeting]

[nicolas]

REMEMBER THOSE WALL I BUILD WELL BABY THEY’RE
TUMBLING DOWN AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN PUT UP
A FIGHT THEY DIDN’T EVEN MADE A SOUND

Nicolas was not having a very good day, his work at the Ministry of Magic today had drained the life out of his till young body. In his time working as an Obliviator Nicolas had learned a few things, one of them was that he should never ever bring his report late to Austin Blake. Another was that during the holidays, fellow wizards thought it was the best time to put jokes on muggles and it wasn’t even April’s Fool day. He hardly visited his own desk in the Obliviator department, each time a job finished another report made his way into his hands. After everything was done and he was finally replaced by another, his free time had gone into finishing the daily reports, which he sneaked into Austin’s desk. The moment he had arrived to his neat home, Nicolas had launched himself on the bed, in hopes to fall asleep and only rise to go back to work.

An hour after this movement, his forearm burned and woke him up. At first a rush of confusion filled his mind, but the realization of what was going on made him jump at of his comfortable position. The most busy day on the job was also the day that his new Dark Lord had planned a meeting for Death Eaters. Nicolas couldn’t stop himself from cursing as he ran to take a bathy and having a quick change if clothes. It took him only a few seconds to find the set of black robes that he saved for this occasions, glad that he had organized his room early this week. Nicolas reminded sour faced as he made his way back down and into the cold night. Wrapping the robes around him more secure, in order to keep the cold wind from chilling his bones, Nicolas made his way across the lawn and out of the gates.

His father had placed a number of protective spells to keep people from apparating directly into it. While it made the house much more safer from direct attack. During the winter, the long walks into the gates tending to be terrible. He thought about maybe fixing that problem or contacting Claudia and see if she could do something about it. Putting those thoughts aside, Nicolas stood only a few feet away from the large silver gates. He guessed that Claudia would also be assisting the meeting, with all his worries he had even asked her about it, he had actually completely forgotten about. Hoping that she was having a better day than him, Nicolas disappeared with a loud crack.

As a quickly as he had done it, he reappeared in front of the small dark pub the meeting was meant to take place. He took a look outside before making his way in, noticing that his sister was not there yet. Nicolas bit his lip slightly as he sat next to Draco Malfoy. The blond man was probably as unhappy to be there as he was. He reminded silent as everyone else sat down, looking at the dark haired man that had called them all in. Next to Regulus sat a young boy, probably a student still since he looked to young to be out of Hogwarts. He couldn’t understand why someone so young had picked such an unpleasant path for themselves, he remembered his own sister and felt slightly sorry. Nicolas tapped his fingers on the desk, as others continued to arrive and sit down. Soon the entire room felt into silent as Regulus stood up.

Word Count: 598
Tags: Death Eaters
Outfit: Death Eater robes.
Note: Regulus will post next.

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[.MATHEW ETHAN GREENGRASS !]

I CAN BE SO MEAN WHEN I WANNA BE
I AM CAPABLE OF REALLY ANYTHING
BUT MY HEART IS BROKEN

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Regulus had planned this little meeting for a while now, the day his beloved mother had met her end, at his own hand. He saw the Death eaters tremble, unknown to them who Bellatrix had chosen to succeed her post in the case of her demise. Regulus had been a magnificent actor during those long hours, he had moved across the room and he had settled beside his siblings. When the moment had arrived he looked at them in the eye and accepted the new position, his own father would have been picked. But Rodolphus Lestrange was old and weary and years in Azkaban had withered away his sanity, as much as they did to Bellatrix. The Death Eaters needed someone fresh and Bellatrix had made sure that the post would have gone to family. Her biggest mistake, Regulus thought had been to give him that power. His mother’s death had been come from her own weak actions. She had been a wonderful woman I her time, but the love for a dead Master had blinded her actions.

Now Regulus sat, surrounded by her once followers. All thinking about what he had planned for them. Regulus had kept his actions down, every step was carefully planed before it was made. For once he wasn’t going top be shari8ng the information of his current “alliance” with a few muggle organizations that were working on some very interesting projects. He had been keeping a close watch on their acti8ons, giving hints when needed and giving them enough information to work with, but not enough for them to overpower him. While they worked on breaking dawn his information, he already knew all about it and how to counterpart it with more powerful magic. These muggles were much more smarted than any other wizard would want to believe, in their short time working together they had gained a lot of advantage. He didn’t need to ask his little spies in the organizations, to know that the current magical problems related to these muggle organizations themselves.

Their handle was still not strong enough, a few muggles and creatures had faced some damaged and in some cases people had faced death. This fatalities affected Regulus very little, yet it showed him that he needed to try and work better. He could afford to have his so called allies dying before their work was done, plus the higher the mortality rate the more chances of the muggles stopping working with him. As much as he hated to admit it, their success was an important part of his plans for now. He had some small back up plans, plus his interaction with them was kept under complete silence. If they did fail, only a few actually knew him and during this meetings he even kept his true identity hidden. A few mind wipes and some smaller spells would put him out of their minds forever. While he would be safe thought, that would mean finding other means of breaking both worlds defenses, which meant gaining more followers.

Once all voices had hushed down, Regulus spoke up. His voice ringing across the room and gaining everyone’s full attention. “My fellow Death Eaters, you probably wonder why I called this meeting after such a long time of silence.” Regulus paused for a moment, eyeing everyone around the room, his face showed no emotion about how he felt right now. A perfect mask that kept any weak emotions inside, the time of acting was over. He was now facing his followers and he needed their full respect and trust, they needed to see in him a true strong leader. “It is simple really, as you may have noticed. Many familiar faces are absent in this meeting, many of our faithful companions had fallen under the Ministry, taken to Azkaban to face a life of prison. Others had not been so lucky, others had died in battle. With the Dementors and their support, out of Azkaban is almost impossible to think of a escape. Plus even if we could we need more allies. This is one of the main reasons why I call you here tonight, let me hear you words and in exchange help me bring more people to our cause.”
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Tags: Death Eaters
Outfit: Explained on post.
Note: Two posts kill Scorp. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size]

[claudia]

A Death Eater meeting was among the most unwanted things that Claudia wanted to take part in, unfortunately as a branded Death Eater she found she had little to no choice. There was no way that she could not pitch, too many questions would rise, among the most important being why and why would a Death Eater not want to go to e meeting surrounded by people with the very same brand. It was simple really; Claudia Dawlish did not want to be a Death Eater and dreaded it even more for the simple fact that she had got her brother tangled up into the whole mess as well.

Claudia didn’t doubt that she would get into some sort of trouble already, being late for the meeting, but she wasn’t going to go about rushing and worrying herself on their behalf, she would deal with the consequences when they came. If she had to get cursed so be it, it wasn’t that she didn’t deserve it. As far as she was concerned the magical world and more than likely the muggle world as well would be better off with her dead. The problem was her self preservation. It was human nature and it was a human nature that Claudia had made her own, probably part of the reason Bellatrix Black had searched her out, apart from the ever useful fact that she was an Auror for the Ministry of Magic and could be used to their advantage.

The heels of Claudia’s shoes clicked against the cobblestone she made her way on down Diagon Alley. She had ensured she had not been followed and felt like she needed a bit of a breather before making her way into a small dingy bar over crowded with Death Eaters in the undesirable Knockturn Alley. Plus it wasn’t likely someone would notice her as she had the hood of her cloak up; the weather gave her a bit of covering and there were not a lot of people roaming the streets alone at night of late.

As she rounded the corner to where the bar was situated she started slowing down on her stride. The knots within her stomach that always seamed to make themselves present when she was among other Death Eaters started, started twisting and turning as soon as her blue-green eyes set their sights upon the dingy bar. The place was far below the standard of comfort that she had come to allow herself to enjoy, which didn’t help the knots within her stomach an inch bit more. Taking in a deep breadth Claudia took the reaming few steps toward the bar and pushed open the door as a warm gust of air flushed across her face and walked into the bar.

It only took her a second to note that she had interrupted the Dark Lord’s speech or had managed to miss it; it was one or the other, either way Claudia doubted it was a good thing. Clearing her throat in the most lady like manner she could mange with the knots in her stomach she smiled toward the faces that had all turned to gaze at her. “Sorry, I was kept up at the ministry.” It was a lie, but the ministry officials that were here wouldn’t be able to confirm or deny it at this very moment since she was light and she could have easily been held back. It was either they believed it or they didn’t, she didn’t really care, at this exact moment at least.

[.MATHEW ETHAN GREENGRASS !]

I CAN BE SO MEAN WHEN I WANNA BE
I AM CAPABLE OF REALLY ANYTHING
BUT MY HEART IS BROKEN

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Regulus was a good speaker, he had been blessed with that gift since an early age. According to his mother, Regulus had learned to speak before he had even taken the first step. Then as he grew, he took a liking to books and was able to read at an advanced level at an early age. After his sibling were born, Regulus loved reading to them and telling his own made up stories. When there were festivities, mostly at Malfoy Manor and Regulus was old enough to attend, he was the center of every conversation he could sneak into. In the end people, loved to hear Regulus speak and he had a lot to say. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Regulus was popular in Hogwarts, his gift allowed him to charm his way, not only with his fellow students but the staff also. When Regulus later joined the Aurors, he was quick to charm his way up, had he not been able to, Harry Potter would have never allowed him in there.

Once he became a full Auror, Regulus became more distant when it came time to speak. The Ministry was filled with ears, what ever you said could be heard by the wrong ears. So Regulus decided, it was better if he tried not to say much. But there was no doubt, that the charm was still there. Now that charm was back in action, as he stood before the Death Eaters that would follow him. He gave them his most pleasant smile and moved away from his chair, rounding the table as he spoke. Their major problem was the lack of active members, they had their numbers. But if they wanted to go against the Ministry of Magic and the Order, they needed more members. Their numbers were to low, with one attack the Ministry would have them all rounded up. They had their alliances with other magical creatures, but many of them were not to be trusted. If they launched them into an attack, it was necessary to have a good number of trusted Death Eaters along side them.

Regulus now moved and stood behind the youngest Death Eater in the room, Raiden. “We have a number of spies in Hogwarts, but unfortunately for us they are mere children with very little knowledge of real battle.” At his next words, Regulus looked directly at Draco. “When they come face to face to real battle, they cower away into the arms of our enemies.” Regulus rested his eyes for a moment on Draco, before moving them over the other Death eaters. “We need better members, ready to stand up and strike when we need them. The Order is getting it‘s members ready everyday, while we sit around merely talking. I want to see action, I want to be sure that we are all ready to strike against our enemies.”

Before Regulus could say another thing, the door to the small pub opened and closed. Regulus almost bit his lips in annoyance before he stopped himself. He hated to be interrupted, had it been someone else or the occasion had been another, he would have blasted the intruder. The intruder unfortunately was a member of his Death Eaters, Claudia Dawlish. Regulus had both Dawlish children in his ranks, both worked for the Ministry, both brought information and both lacked the enthusiasm to be part of the Death Eater ranks. Regulus fortunately didn’t had much to do with neither of them, they had joined during his mother reign. Not so fortunately he had to make sure they stayed, with their numbers anyone was good enough for now. Plus their current status in the Ministry allowed a lot of information in, knowing this Regulus knew best than to start a fight.

He simply eyed Claudia and waited of her to take a seat before continuing his speech. Now that Claudia had joined them, Regulus decided that he would touch the subject relating the Ministry of Magic once he was done. “To conclude, I want everyone working on recruiting new members. Which brings another subject, as you may have notice we have a new member here today.” Regulus sat in one of the tables and directed his eyes toward the Nott boy. “I was hoping that Mr. Raiden Nott here would help up with recruits in Hogwarts. With Scorpius out if the game, we have lost some valuable spy in Hogwarts, but hopefully we have gained a more valuable one.”

Regulus stopped talking to wait for Raiden to respond, he decided to take this moment of silence to scan the room. He had absolutely no plans to inform his Death Eaters about his current dealings with muggles. He hardly trusted any of them and he doubted that even those who trusted him would like to learn they were working with muggles. For now that information had to be kept secret, unfortunately for him as time moved on he needed to share the information with a few. If anything went wrong, Regulus would need to interfere, make sure that the Ministry couldn’t track anything down to him. That meant he needed to pick a group of trusted Death Eaters, an inner circle he could say. While they wouldn’t know everything, they would be ready to help him clean his tracks.

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Word Count: 894
Tags: Death Eaters
Outfit: Dark Robes
Note: Sorry for the long wait. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size]

[.RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT !]

AND SO IT WAS THAT LATER, AS THE MILLER TOLD HIS TALE
THAT HER FACE, AT FIRST JUST GHOSTLY, TURNED A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

As the Dark Lord stood he gained Raiden’s complete attention. Raiden didn’t want to miss a single thing that his master had to say, and didn’t want to be the one that misunderstood any meaning within his words. This would only add to the fact that he was the youngest of the group of Death Eaters and one of the newest recruits, even though becoming one had been a desire of his for years. It didn’t take much for Raiden to pay attention to his lord, unlike many of the professors within Hogwarts, it seemed that his master had a talent of keeping what he said interesting enough to force the person listening to stay intrigued with the right tones and pitches being used, among the perfect pauses enforcing the perfect impact among his avid group of listeners.

The words that were uttered from his master’s mouth were about their loss of numbers. How many were stuck in the wizard prison Azkaban, and how so many others had lost their lives. Raiden’s own grandfather had been of the few that had been sent to Azkaban and had lost their lives in that dreadful place. In fact it was because of his grandfather that Raiden sat among the older Death Eaters now. His grandfather had told him about He Who Must Not be Named, the real story, not the one made to idolize the then [so called] boy hero Harry Potter. His grandfather had told him about what he had heard of his father’s actions in the Battle of Hogwarts, how his son, Raiden’s father, Theodore Nott, had acted so cowardly. It was from that day that Raiden devoted himself to being different from his father and ensuring that the old ways did not go forgotten.

Raiden allowed himself to remember his grandfather for a moment and then once again gave his newest master his undivided attention. However it was not long before he found his attention once again being drawn in another direction, as the door to the pub opened and interrupted the speech that was being given. Automatically Raiden’s hand went to his wand, as he noted so many others of the Death Eaters do the very same. A woman entered. She was dressed in a black travellers cloak and as she entered pulled off the hood to reveal straight dark-brown hair past the length of her shoulders and striking eyes. He looked around the room for a sign on whether he was to let her be or if this meant that they were under attack, but then she spoke, excusing herself by explaining that she had been kept up at the ministry and although still slightly apprehensive, Raiden followed the suit of the older Death Eaters and left his wand realising of course that she was one of them.

Watching as the older, yet still rather attractive woman took a seat; Raiden was caught slightly off guard when the Dark Lord’s voice came from behind him once more. He could have sworn himself for forgetting that the Dark Lord had positioned himself there, but he remained calm. The rest of the speech went on about recruiting more people and concluded with the loss of Scorpius and the hope that they had got someone more valuable. Almost loosing his composure Raiden realised that the Dark Lord was talking about him and was now waiting for his response. His mind quickly went over everything he had heard, remembering it as if he had played it over and over again, and studied it word for word.

Closing his eyes for the briefest of moments Raiden smirked slightly allowing his gaze to fall then on Draco Malfoy. “I admit that I am young, I admit that I am inexperienced.” Raiden did not make to stand with the knowledge that the Dark Lord was positioned behind him, and ensured that every word he spoke was heard, talking to the crowd almost as he would the Slytherin Quidditch Team that he captained. “However I am ambitious, I have a thirst to prove myself and I am loyal.” His eyes strayed back to that of Draco Malfoy at uttering those last words, a malicious sparkle in them. “We have all been betrayed, but I am in good standing at Hogwarts apart from the few that might think they know where my loyalties lie, yet can not prove a thing and I promise, if the wish of my Dark Lord is the recruitment of more people then that is what I shall achieve, for nothing but the best is acceptable in our attempt to ensure the Dark Lord achieves his end result.”

Raiden hoped that he had made the impact he desired. That he had finally got across that he would do whatever his Dark Lord desired and that he was someone that he could trust.

[.MATHEW ETHAN GREENGRASS !]

I CAN BE SO MEAN WHEN I WANNA BE
I AM CAPABLE OF REALLY ANYTHING
BUT MY HEART IS BROKEN

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While he waited for the young Death eater, Raiden Nott, Regulus allowed his mind to wander for a bit. Things were looking good for his plans, true there weren’t that many Death Eaters present. Most of them were dead or in Azkaban. But he was hoping they could get some new minds into their ranks. The older Death Eaters had years of experience in the Dark Arts, something that they needed a lot of right now. But unfortunately, most of them were small-minded. They couldn’t see the larger, better picture of thing. They still followed their old Master’s ideas, but times weren’t the same anymore. Pure-bloods were almost instinct by now, bloodlines had been tainted one way or another. They needed all types of witches and wizards that were willing to join, pure-bloods or not. After the new order had been established, power would be given to the older families.

But they still needed them on their good side, or a rebellion was likely to form and they would be on the loosing side. Yet he doubted that most of the Death Eaters in the room would understand something as simple like that. Strategy wasn’t part of their mind, they simply obeyed, tortured and killed. That was find and all, but right now they needed thinkers, strategist. They were loosing and killing wasn’t getting them anywhere, it was one of the main reasons why he didn’t even bother to tell them about his plans with the muggles. Which reminded him, he needed to speak with his Ministry members, the muggles were bringing a lot of attention to themselves and he wanted to know what the Ministry was thinking. More important if they had any type of information that would lead to his Death eaters or himself.

Regulus returned his attention back to Raiden Nott when he began to speak. The boys help was important to his plans, if Raiden succeeded in bringing new recruits to his ranks, he would be able to set his plans in motion sooner. As of now they were wasting time, the muggles were already working on their own plans. He didn’t want to stay behind, if anything went wrong. He would personally finish their experiments, erasing all trail of his work with them and he couldn’t do that alone. It would have worked better to also have Scorpius Malfoy helping, but since older Malfoy child had decided to betray them. He had to work with Raiden and hopefully as more joined, they too could get more people involved in their cause. “I’m glad to hear that Raiden, your work is very important right now. We need as many recruits as we can get and I‘m sure you‘ll know which ones of your classmates are better fit to join us.“

They needed new members, but Regulus wasn’t crazy. They couldn’t allow just anyone into their secrets, just look how that has ended up like. Anyone who wanted to join the Dark Arts, needed to be fully interested and willing to follow his orders and believe in their actions. If they didn’t things would end up well. “Experience is important, but it also comes with time. Your ambitions and readiness is important too and will lead you into great power, after all we all start like that, at least all the true Death Eaters. What matters is how much we‘re willing to give and sacrifice to reach our goals. I expect a report of how things go, don‘t use the owls from Hogwarts thought. It‘s too risky right now, each time you have a Hogsmaede weekend, I‘ll make sure there is someone or something waiting there to get your full report.”

Regulus now turned his attention toward the other Death Eaters. “Speaking of reports, I expect some from everyone here about the doings since my mother’s passing. I’m sure it has come to everyone’s attention the latest muggle incidents.” He turned his attention toward Claudia and Nicolas now. “As our spies in the Ministry, I’m sure you above others know about what I’m speaking. Is there any type of information we need to know.”
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Tags: Death Eaters
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