A Story of a Short Ending | T.R

Chapter 13 - Scars and Buckets - HF

Rammstein - REISE, REISE

florence and the machine - Which Witch (slowed + reverb)

The next day after a disastrous meeting in the dining hall, no one knew what to do with themselves. The Death Eaters who were usually used to living for periods without any tasks or even words from Riddle were now on edge too, his words about their failures, and their incompetence to complete the tasks he gives them were doing little to soothe the growing feeling of anxiety and worry for themselves and their future in the Manor and outside of it.

Alcohol only numbed the edges of their feelings as some of them refused to drink at all, staying the worried and fidgety creatures they all currently were.

All but Malfoy and Lestrange, who knew that if their friends were in trouble, the trouble might have passed right by them as they were the only ones to complete what Riddle wanted from them, bringing down the other 4 of their 'colleagues' they were used to working with. It didn't create any more tension between them all than there already was before, Lestrange was never liked and Abraxas was too tense to be too friendly.

The two of them left the brooding Death Eaters alone in the living room, Lestrange offering Abraxas to leave the others to the disease known as worry and brooding mood.

The evening dawned on the Manor, as the two closed the doors to the living room and headed upstairs, each heading to their own resting chambers as one night of sleep didn't quite help them get rid of the exhaustion and adrenaline crash after the previous day's events.

The hallway was unusually darker even with the sun only starting to set, the pink and golden sunlight still shining through the big windows, deeming the burning of candles useless.

Lestrange turned back to Abraxas, walking backwards probably intending to tell him another vulgar joke he had been making up for the past several hours but instead bumped into someone, instantly turning around as if scared by the sudden appearance of something or someone in the middle of his path.

He was faced with a blank stare from Liese, who watched him blankly her hand still on the door handle, as she was just making her way out of her bedroom, as all of them knew for the first time today.

"You like getting in my path, don't you?" Lestrange mused, his signature smile stretching on his lips.

"Head where you were heading to," Liese replied, keeping her tone just as blank as her expression, turning her attention back to the door and using her wand to lock the door. Probably to keep specimens like these out of her private corner, even if that corner belonged to one of the two standing in front of her.

"Merlin, everyone is so moody lately. I will, I will, as long as you don't set my clothes on fire again." Lestrange's smile grew into a smirk, fully intended to remind her of the past situation between them. The situation and its consequences.

Liese straightened, putting her wand back into its pocket, taking one look at Malfoy who looked everywhere but at her, his clenched jaw telling her he was surely aware of her presence in front of him, before she looked back at Lestrange.

"Did you already get your scars removed?" She tilted her head at him, waiting for an answer that didn't come "I heard ladies love those, I guess.. you're welcome." Liese smiled and sidestepped both of them, getting out of their way and heading for the staircase downstairs, not wanting to spend any more time in their company than needed.

"You do remember that it ended badly for you. Not us." Abraxas finally spoke, without looking back, knowing perfectly that she was within earshot and heard exactly what he just said.