The Fearsome Name of Riddle

Inner Circle

The Great Hall was lit up with glowing basins of fire that lined the walls, long tapestries hung from the ceiling in variation of four colours; red, yellow, blue, and green. The first years had been sorted and Professor Dippet had given his usual mind numbing speech about opportunity and hope for the future, encouraging them to work hard and achieve their goals. 

Ivan Rosier sat on the right hand side of Victoria Malfoy, the other boys around them and Tom having gone to bed early saying he had work to do. Glancing to him side as she ate, Victoria noticed that Ivan had a deep frown on his face as though he were deep in thought. She knew what was bothering him. It had bothered them all. On the train, Tom had given them a rousing speech on his plans to change the world. His words were elegant and they had all been enthralled listening to him, until he got to what his name was going to be and Ivan held the same frown he was still making. 

"What's the matter?" Victoria asked, giving him a nudge in the shoulder. "Did you not understand what it meant?" 

Ivan Rosier gave her a fed up look, he knew what Voldemort meant. "Does it make sense? Am I just being thick?" 

"You're not thick, Ivan," Victoria chuckled, finishing what she was eating before speaking again. "It just takes a bit of thinking is all, and it is a little clunky when thought about in a literal sense, but don't tell him that I said that." 

"No, of course not, and no telling him I thought it was weird either." Ivan shook his head in agreement, sticking his fork into a Yorkshire pudding just to stab something. "But how can someone be a Lord to a flight of death? He's Lord of flying death? Like a hawk? Is he an animagus now?" 

Victoria laughed, placing her cutlery down at the side of her plate. 

"He's not a bird.” Friedrich Mulciber chuckled from across the table, stuffing his face with a potato. 

"It's a different kind of flight, like running or fleeing.” Victoria explained, using her hands to show him like she would with her brother. “He is the lord of evading death. It's his obsession with never dying." 

"Right," Ivan sighed, looking a little more at ease if not a little embarrassed with himself. "That makes more sense. You know, when he first said it, I thought Vol was Lord, so I thought he wanted to be called Lord Lord of death." 

Victoria frowned and tilted her head, unsure how he could have gotten those words mixed up. 

"Seigneur, I know but all I heard was de mort," Ivan laughed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was sitting there like 'of death, what? Like a lord of death?' and it didn't make any sense so I was already confused." 

"Our honourable Lady Voldemort may not take this opportunity to call you an idiot," Obsidian teased, emphasising on the name with a thick French accent, making Victoria roll her eyes, "but I will. You are an idiot Ivan." 

"Gee, thanks bud that means a lot." Ivan’s face went deadpan as he turned to face Obsidian with the table between them. 

"Not a problem, old boy." Obsidian nodded as he lunged over the table to give Ivan a heavy pat on the shoulder. "I am always here for you." 

"Oh he's a sweetheart, isn't he just so cute?" Ivan narrowed his eyes at Obsidian as Victoria laughed. 

"I am the perfect man." Obsidian shrugged with a smirk, reaching over the table to grab himself one of the last sausages from the bowl. "My future wife will be the luckiest woman in the world." 

"Yeah I'm sure she'll love playing second fiddle to Victoria." Enoch Nott leaned all the way into Obsidian's side to mock him. "Please darling, ignore me the way Victoria does."