The Scourge

On a Year in Training (Part III)

Harry snorted, “Hai, Mr. Miyagi.”

- December, 1996 (16 Years Old) -

- Death Eater Inner Circle Meeting, Malfoy Manor -

Before the meeting could get underway, Lucius’ house elf Mipsy popped in with a missive for Tom. He and Lucius stepped away from the table to hold their own conversation while the rest of the Death Eaters sat at the table, waiting for the two to finish and return.

Sirius spent the downtime pulling faces at Harry in an attempt to make him giggle. Remus spent the downtime trying to get Sirius to stop.

Severus, sighing in exasperation, spent the time reviewing some potion texts that he never seemed to be without. (The man seriously needed to get a hobby besides potions.)

Harry, also bored out of his mind waiting for Tom and Lucius to finish up their conversation, sat there fiddling with his knives. Frank no longer held onto his shoulder, and instead had crossed his arms behind his back at a relaxed pose of parade rest.

Pulling out his phone Harry quickly shot a text off before Frank could bitch at him for not paying attention. (Even though there was nothing to pay attention to right then.)

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Dead
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(Scourge) 21:51

the mtg is lame

(Scourge) 21:51

politics n shit

(Scourge) 21:52

no killng u wuld b bored

(Dead) 21:53

i culd come? brng pointy swrds?? brng patch n claws n hve paaartay

(Scourge) 21:53

nah *snort* heyy gtg sum bitch is sid eyeng me

(Dead) 21:54

yay! fight! hve fun! i <3 bludshed ;)

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Before he could say anything to the glaring woman who was sitting at the table, Frank hit him lightly on the head. “Put that shit away ‘n talk to Dead later. You’re a guest at a fuckin’ meeting. Act like it.”

Huffing petulantly, Harry put his phone away in his pants. (He had not given up his tac pants and boots. And they could get his weapons from him when they could pry them from his cold, dead hands. But he did cover the whole thing with a black wizarding robe, in deference to Tom’s wishes. He would have been happier in his leather coat, though. Maybe he could get Lucius to take him to a tailoring shop so that they can get leather wizarding robes made. That would be cool.)

The woman with the curly, frizzy black hair and a wild look in her eyes, finally spoke scornfully in his direction. “Well, well, bitty baby Deff Eater wannabe. You look barely old enough to know how to cast a spell, let alone kill somewone.”

She glared at Frank, who had tensed beside Harry at the onset of her speech. “And a muggle? A muggle?? You dawre disgwace this hallowed mweeting with a muggle? We should spwill his blood and offer it to the Dark Lord just for your insolence.”