Wristbands | Sirius Black [1]

Chapter Sixty-Six

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[Wristbands: Chapter Sixty-Six]

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The clicking of her heels colliding with the marble flooring cracked like fireworks as they were the only sound evident in the large dining hall. People stood along the walls stiff as wood, their wands in hand and ready for a scuffle. The loud walker had confidence bubbling in her chest, you could even say she was excited as she walked down the hall. A small smile was planted on her tight lips and her arms swayed by her side. People around her wore hoods, looking down at their feet. As if they were bowing to her.

Evelyn finally came to a stop once she was met with a long table. There were a total of nine seats. One at the end and four on each side. Each seat was filled, all except for one in which was empty. Evelyn smirked to herself and walked over to the seat which was beside the one for the notorious Bellatrix Lestrange. and sat herself down.

"So I see you've finally decided to join us," Said a man who sat across from her. Evelyn didn't know him, she barely knew anyone at the table except for the few who were famous for their hand in the war. Then there was of course her master, who sat in front of Bellatrix Lestrange in a laidback manner, waiting for the special guest to arrive.

"I was held up with my work," Evelyn simply replied, not at all bothered. "Maybe if you had importance to this matter, you'd understand why I was held up."

       "You have balls, little witch," hissed the man, balling his fists on the table. Bellatrix beside her watched in amusement, Evelyn took that as fuel.

       "I must've taken them from you when the Dark Lord assigned me to this mission." Evelyn stated, a woman beside her choked out an amused laugh.

        "How dare you!" Yelled the man, standing up and pointing his wand at her. At that moment, Evelyn straightened up, grabbing at her own wand. But before she could pick it up to defend herself, a hiss-toned voice caused the man in front of her to cower.

     "Mr. Albany," hissed the man. The man in front of Evelyn froze, his eyes wide and his hand wavering. He quickly lowered his wand, along with his head as he began to bow. Following that, everyone else stood up and did the same.

        Before Evelyn lowered hers, she took sight of someone she never imagined herself seeing. At least not as a companion. His hair was black and his skin pale as paper, his brown eyes nearly looked red, and he stood taller than everyone in that room. His robes were black, the same shade as his hair. His walk was as clean as a snakes slither. He had a flow to him, a magical flow as he was the most powerful in that room. He was the Dark Lord, after all.

"I-I apologize for my disruptment, m'lord." Said Mr. Albany, his voice shaky. The dark lord ignored him as he ordered everyone to sit. And that's what they did. Suddenly, all the confidence Evelyn had stored was gone. All that was left was fear, not for her life but for her sanity. She's heard what Voldemort did to people who did not fulfill his orders. At that moment, she prayed that she did everything right. Standing behind Voldemort, shaking in his skin, was someone who Evelyn recognized during her Hogwarts days. Who was friends with her old crush Sirius Black, though she couldn't remember his name. Nor did she care, too.