-Chapter✵Thirty-

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✧AN ALMOST PROPHET✧

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It was an abrupt calling, and whatever it was that caused the Dark Lord's anger, it came out in a range to his servants who were burning with the shared mark.

She favored not having it at that moment, the sensation was said to have been worse than a normal fire burn. Even the groan of pain that flashed through her husband's face when Voldemort called was unsettling, and it happened twice when Aurora was wanted.

She downed the rest of her wine and made her way to grab her cloak and her husbands. Something about her style for these meetings was fairly darker, not at Bella's level but enough to have nothing of color.

Those she was around were all snakes and favored green, they weren't nice or cheerful. And neither was her husband when his Death Eater mask was fastened around his face.

It felt sick when he aided her with her own before heading into the formal meeting, this one was standing, filing in all the ranks as there would be another show.

A sort of celebration and another boasting the Aurora put on file.

But it was those who were allowed to stay afterward that truly spoke volumes. Mrs.Lestrange without a doubt did not think twice at those who would kill her if she showed weakness.


However what was surprising was the noticeable and out of place body of Severus Snape. He was one of the few that truly made her wonder how he managed to jump so quickly, granted her mother visions humored the Dark Lord and here she was.

Turns out the given party that was mentioned during the summer would be coming up after Aurora's finals and before she would need to get her Salem visit. It was then placed on her that she would need to train her ladies.

Luckily this was during the winter break, meaning it would give her the chance to mandate what they spoke about and how.

The issue was the outcome would be on her, and after witnessing the messy torture of a capture mud blood...It truly gave her a sense of what failure would look like.

Aurora wanted to know more about the given task and what the Dark Lord would prefer the birds to boast or brag about at the party, however in the midst of him conversing with the male attendants, the young witch had felt slightly light-headed, causing her to grip onto husband and McNair beside her.

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