A tall dark shadow was projected on the blood-stained curtain, along with other figures. They were growing, controlling the smallest figures like puppets. The room was silent. A hand slams on the projector, leaving it in a million peices.
"Those damn DeathEaters are going insane by the second. If we don't hurry then the whole flipping prophecy is dead" the owner of the hand spoke in a thundering voice. His eyes, the color of crimson, scanned the room and he growled. The room was remained silent. The figure rose, appearing tall and slender. The voice rasped, "Don't just sta-" he cut himself up and looked around and started to start in a normal rasping voice, "The pair that brings the talisman is rewarded richs and jewels." The 'creatures' looked bored. "And freedom!" He shouted and everyone cheered and looked determined.
"I need to assign groups to different parts of the world to find this talisman" he said quieter, raising his hand to call for his advisor and left the room with thundering steps..
