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She looked absolutely ethereal in the moonlight. Her white hair glowed and her freckles resembled the stars. Her little snorts that sound more like sneezes reminded me of a small, clueless little bunny. I lead her to the room of requirement, passing the sleeping portraits on the walls.
"Walk faster, they're waiting!" I complain, and she quickly runs by my side.
"Who?" I roll my eyes and keep walking. I assigned a meeting tonight, they're all already waiting. I walk up to the brick wall, standing in front of it and closing my eyes.
"What-"
"Quiet." I hiss, before the rumble of bricks fill my ears. The big black doors appear, and I open the door, Dalayza close behind me. Her eyes widen as she looks at all the piles of junk. I start to walk through the piles, to the normal spot where we usually meet up. Rosier, Mulciber, Avery, and Lestrange all look up from their spot at the old leather couch.
"What's she doing here?" Lestrange asks first. He points to Dalayza behind me, his brows furrowing in confusion. Avery shifts uncomfortably in his seat, Rosier clears his throat and Mulciber gapes at her in disbelief.
"She's here to help us-me, I trust that you respect her as my new helper." I explain giving them each a hard look. Dalayza walks over to the glass coffee table by the couch. She kneels down, examining the shiny glass. I sit in my chair, which is more like a throne actually, and explain my plan.
"Avery and Rosier, I trust that you can take care of the situation with Hellen?"
"Hellen?" Dalayza asks, bringing her head up to look at me.
"The mudblood couldn't keep his mouth shut, so we're putting him in his place." Avery answers, picking at his dirty nails. She nods along, not even questioning what he said.
"Mulciber and Lestrange, I need you to search for more answers about-"
"What about me?" Dalayza whines impatiently, broadly twirling a strand of hair in her finger. I look at her annoyingly, and everyone else stares at Dalayza in shock. She didn't just interrupt me-I know she wouldn't.
"If your so eager, why don't you help Rosier and Avery with their task?" I smirk devilishly. This will be her first test, a very gruesome one at that. Avery is absolutely ruthless when it comes to punishing mudbloods,we all are. But Avery is by far the worst. Dalayza nods rapidly, going to sit in between Lestrange and Rosier.
"Now, as I was saying....."
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Burning Roses
FanfictionHer hair was a pale blonde, while his was a dark brown. Her eyes were honey brown, while his were black voids. Her face was littered with freckles, while his was clear and clean. They were so diffrent from eachother, like the day and night. Yet they...
