When hinges creak in doorless chambers

[like_a_boss]

~ The Dark Lord stands in the darkened and hollow interior of Woodchester Mansion - long since abandoned, the unfinished and sprawling estate is perfectly suited to his needs. The gothic stonework is just sufficient enough to stave off the bitter January wind and its seclusion is just enough to stave off any unwanted guests

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[lowestbough]

*down in the Slytherin 6th year dormitory, two boys startle simultaneously awake as their arms burn black, for a sleepy moment Regulus thinks something from his dream is Getting him but all too soon the much more threatening and adult reality hits him, he pulls his bed curtains back and looks out into the dark where Barty's face is just barely visible in the bed across from him*

[jrisamadhatter]

MY FLESH IS PEELING OFF!

[lowestbough]

Shh! *reaches out to his bedside table and picks up his wand, lighting it in a whisper, he pulls up his pajama sleeve to look at his arm*

[jrisamadhatter]

*Barty's eyes, impossibly, grow even wider*

IT'S HIM!

[flawlessecho]

*seated in the parlour and staring into the dying flames of the hearth, as has become her wont recently, Narcissa glances dispassionately at her forearm as a deep, burning ache begins in it. Rising from her seat, she moves to the foyer to collect a cloak and wait for Lucius*

[coldgreyangel]

*Lucius hastily closes his book when the burning begins on his arm, and rushes to join his wife, who he finds waiting already for him. As he takes his cloak, he leans forward to kiss her.*

[flawlessecho]

*accepts the kiss silently, then pulls back and gives her husband a searching look. Whatever she finds in his gaze pleases her, because she pulls him to her and kisses him much more thoroughly*

--shall we?

[coldgreyangel]

Yes, best not to keep him waiting.

*grasps her hand and squeezes*

[rock_n_rowle]

*Thorfinn feels the mark burning into his arm as he was seated at his desk in Rowle Manor. This contract for his client can wait. The Dark Lord beckons.*

MUFFLY! *Thorfin exclaims, at which a house elf appears at his side, bowing.*

See to it that Snape is awakened. He must not be late for this meeting.

*He grabs his cloak, strides over to the main entrance, and Disapparates to the scene*

[like_a_boss]

*he senses his followers arriving, even with the house being the empty shell that it is, it takes several minutes for the Death Eater's to orient themselves and form a circle around their Master, he doesn't speak until all is still, his single sentence hissed and cryptic*

I confess myself displeased.

[lowestbough]

*Regulus, with Barty beside him, feels like he has a spotlight trained on him even hidden behind his mask - being the smallest Death Eater wasn't at all what he had been worried about but now looking around at all the much more imposing figures he can't help but notice it and hope no one else is too; as Voldemort speaks he looks down at the old floor in the middle of the circle, not wanting to meet His eye*

[jrisamadhatter]

*Bartys wide, blue eyes stand out starkly from his plain mask - he's smiling behind it, clearly hoping the Dark Lord will demonstrate his power tonight on some unlucky, snivelling adult*

[like_a_boss]

*his shadowed eyes cruelly find Reg's small, insecure form and locks on it as he speaks his next, though he knows well the blame does not fall on the children, he also knows this would be an excellent opportunity to instil a true fear-of-God into them*

Our ranks have softened. We will never cleanse this world of its vermin and of its filth if all your petty minds can conceive of are the meagre deaths of some muggles in Cheapside. You were not chosen and Marked to play mere games.