Post by .TULAH ANEENE CARROW ! on Nov 11, 2010 18:10:19 GMT -5
history, history! damn the past
FUCK THE FUTURE
Tulah sat on the dirty ground in a corner of Knockturn Alley, the wall at her back stony and cold. She wrapped her arms around knees and tucked her head into the hollow there, her hood covering her hair and making her look for all the world like a homeless person. Her tan jacket was ratty and worn, her gloves had holes in the palms, her boots had long since lost their shine and laces in them frayed and split. She looked a miserable mess, a junkie, a vagrant. But Tulah had been coming to this lonely corner of Knockturn Alley everyday for the past week, clinging tenaciously to a vague hope.
Her Dark Lord Regulus had alerted his inner circle of a long awaited meeting, and in her anticipation, Tulah waited in the grimy streets.
Finally, at long last, the mark on her forearm burned mercilessly hot, searing her skin in the bitter cold of the alley. Tulah whipped her head up and grasped her arm, quickly pulling up her sleeve and watching with quivering excitement as the dark mark writhed on her flesh. A grin split her cheeks as she stared, mesmerized, at her arm. At last! She cheered in her head, standing quickly and gripping the wand in her pocket. Immediately she head in the direction of the designating meeting place, not bothering to apparate when she was only steps away.
Tulah opened the door and pulled her hood back, the wave of heat that greeted her fluttering her tomato red hair around her face. She grinned, unconsciously wolfishly, when she saw her Dark Lord himself, her breath hitching in her chest. There had been such an agonizing silence from him for so long that to see him again, even now, felt like the greatest reward for her loyalty. She had kept her head down and stayed out of trouble in the interim when Regulus stayed quiet, as per his direct orders to her. Had he not done so specifically, Tulah would never have left his side.
But Draco Malfoy was also there, looking ill and out of place. Tulah automatically wiped the smile from her face on sight of him. She didn't trust him in the slightest, or really any other Death Eater for that matter. Trust was for those too weak to depend on themselves, though she did make a special exception when it came to Regulus Lestrange. Tulah took the wand out of her pocket and gripped it, always on her guard around him and the rest of Regulus' so called "trustworthy."
Tulah chose a seat after greeting her lord with reverence, but did not remove her coat or pocket her wand. Soon afterwards the familiarly loud cracks of apparation resulted in the rest of the Death Eaters falling in, the of which to appear was a young boy. At first Tulah was confused and quite ready to blast the youngster to smithereens at her lord's command. But Regulus greeted the boy instead, and boy looked almost comfortable in his presence. Tulah reassured herself that all would be explained later, but for now, she was wary of the boy.
She remained silent as more people filed in, each of them taking seats and watching Regulus carefully. Some, like herself, looked positively pleased to be here after so many months of waiting. Others looked less thrilled and perhaps miserable, and it was these people who Tulah regarded with bared teeth. "You should be grateful to be here," she hissed to a man that sat a few seats away from her looking particularly tired and scared. But when Regulus stood Tulah closed her mouth and forgot the insipid man, focusing the whole of her attention, obsessively, on Regulus.
A few moments into his speech a woman appeared at the door, and at the sound of the first click of her heel on the floor Tulah had her wand trained on the woman's skull. But it was only Claudia Dawlish, apologizing for being late. Tulah was beside herself with anger at Claudia; how dare she come late, and interrupt to boot! Tulah kept her wand aimed at Claudia while everyone else had backed down, and it wasn't until she was seated that she turned her attention back to Regulus.
He introduced the boy whom he now stood behind, addressing him as Raiden Nott. Nott, Tulah mentally spat the name, frowning at the dark-haired boy. The Notts hadn't a decent reputation lately, belittled for their neutrality. Tulah supposed she could admire Raiden for his dedication and conviction, but he would certainly have prove himself.
Regulus concluded after a brief word from the newly recruited Hogwarts student, urging the trend to continue. Their numbers were low and Regulus demanded more, and already Tulah was making a mental list of those with potential. "My lord," she started before either of the two Dawlishes could give their reports, "if we need bodies, why can't we just Imperio them?" She wanted desperately to help but sadly Tulah wasn't the most strategic thinker. But her eagerness to please him only confirmed her loyalty, and that never hurt to prove.
