Iridescent

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

It is ominously silent. So quiet that the only noise that comes from that conference room is the crackling of wood sitting in the fireplace, being consumed by the fire.

And there He was. The greatest, most powerful sorcerer in the wizardry world; sitting at the end of the table, looking at his fellow loyal followers. Even if evil tried to hide themselves within the dark shadows creeping through the walls, they are still visible everywhere within his manor.

"Tell me..." He said. "How many families are left until I am able to conquer the world?"

They all sat in silence for a moment, not daring to hit a nerve of what actually happened today. Clearing his throat, the pale, long blonde hair began to talk. "Several, my Lord."

"Several?" Voldemort questioned him back. "You have one job, Lucius!" Frustration began to form within his face. "If you can't handle to capture the families within the Order, I have no use for you."

Fear began to creep into Malfoy's eyes. In order to fight for his place in becoming Voldemort's most faithful follower, he suggests an idea.

"They have gone into hiding, my Lord." Not daring to look Voldemort in the eyes, he continued. "There is an ancient artifact from one of the oldest, pureblood families in London. If we can get our hands on it, we will be able to track down mud bloods and their followers."

Everyone lifted their heads and stared as Malfoy finished his sentence. "And how am I supposed to attain that?" Voldemort questioned him.

Malfoy began to sit up on his seat, staring directly into Voldemort's eyes. "The Lennox Family is very powerful and resourceful, but they are quite stubborn. They're conservative and will not give out their family artifacts just to anyone. Only the heir of Lennox can open and use the artifact."

"What are you insinuating, Malfoy?" Voldemort uttered through clenched teeth.

"The only way to acquire the artifact is through the hands of marriage."

The room began to erupt with laughter as Malfoy looked around in disbelief. A death eater from across the table scoffed, "Marriage? How foolish of you to think that our Lord will allow that?" Once again, laughter filled the room.

Annoyed from the sudden disruption, Voldemort cleared his throat and silenced the room within a short manner of time. "Are you insisting that I marry the daughter of the Lennox family?"

Lucius Malfoy felt droplets of water coming down the side of his face as he forced himself to regain his composure. "M-my Lord, the Lennox Family has the location orb that we need to find the missing families of the Order. Not to mention, they only have one daughter. We can use her as a pawn to get the location orb."

Malfoy can feel Voldemort's eyes drill through the side of his skull. "With marriage, this can help you connect more with other pure-blood families and strengthen your connections with them as well. After all, you can always kill the girl after you've gotten what you need."