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Mattheo Riddle
I WAS SITTING at the long table in the meeting room of Malfoy Manor. I was alone, waiting for hours it seemed. I knew better than to slouch or to do anything other than sit upright, waiting. I was growing rather annoyed, sitting in the cold wooden chair while I waited on him. It was the middle of the night, but the sun slowing began to show. If he took any longer, someone could notice I'm gone.
It was hard to beat the typical Voldemorts son allegations when I sat, rather bored, in a room where most would be shaking with fear. Hundreds of people have been killed in this room. Warranted and unwarrented deaths. I scratched at a small spot of dried blood on the edge of the table. I thought about taking a smoke, when the double doors opened loudly. I stood.
I watched as Nagini slithered on the floor beside my father. The snake stared at me while it approached my feet, and made its way to a stop at the fire place.
"Sit, my son."
I sat down.
The room was as quiet as before, the only sound was the friction between his black robes that touched the floor as he walked to the table. He sat down at the head of the table as always. I waited to be spoken to.
"Tell me. What do you know?" He asked.
"She's been writing to him." I said.
"And?" He beckoned me to continue.
I brought my thumb to my bottom lip for a moment, contemplating what to say. I couldn't lie. He'd know. I couldn't even think in my own head for too long. He'd read me.
"I need more time." I said. I wanted to look down at the table, avert his gaze. I couldn't. I wouldn't be weak.
I wasn't surpirsed when he brought his wand out from under the table. He held it at a quick angle, pointed at me. In an instant, I couldn't breathe.
I brought my hands onto the edge of the table, gripping it. I kept my composure, allowing the air to be drawn from my lungs as my fingers dug into the wooden table, the small pieces of wood beginning to break into my skin. I could feel the veins in my neck growing. I tilted my head to the side uncomfortably, hearing my father's voice faintly in my head. The whispers clawed at my conscience.
"It won't take long." I said, inhaling grealty when my father released the spell. In releasing the spell, my head was knocked upwards, and a small line of blood began to fall down my nose. I ignored it.
"I will get it out of her." I told him. I travled my tongue along my bottom lip, getting rid of the blood.
"There is no time for mistakes. Find out where he is." He stood.
