B E C O M I N G

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Rookwood wasn't wrong at all. It wasn't only her night, but it would be a night quite memorable for her, and she would make sure NOTHING was going wrong. Or so she hoped.

His smile just made her hopelessly smile more. He always had that effect in her. Ever since they first met around a year ago.

He had the ability to make her laugh, quite often and honest next to anyone else. And with a certain charme only he had.

That obvious? She hoped the Dark Lord wouldn't notice too much. The last thing he needed to know was, that she's afraid to fail him. It wouldn't look good, because it overshadowed her determination of making him proud.

Three years of serving the dark lord were enough for him to know his way around. Good for him. She felt stupid, almost. But she would learn quickly. And climb up the ladder.

Too bad that she would never hear what he said. But he knew her well enough - there might be teasing.

But who said it would be bad.

Regina was the one who invited him. Despite her not really being able to choose who comes and who doesn't, she still told Rookwood in quite exciting sounding letters everything about it. And when it would happen.

Besides, afterwards, there was a little party. And she hasn't seen him in a long time. Work keeps him occupied, and she is happy enough when he has time to answer her letters.

In fact, he must be the one she's writing most letters to.

Hence her doing a curtsey. What he can do, she can do as well.

Locking their arms, her eyes were fixed on his dark mark. It was so beautiful...

She can't wait to get her own.

The problem wasn't truly that Barty was unmarked as well. More that Barty was her best friend, and that he was at the same age.

Holding his hand would have also made Barty look weak a bit.

And, she could feel it, while Barty was also excited, he was just as nervous.

Next to Rookwood, though, she was able to strut rather proudly, showing no fear. She chuckled, quietly.

"I'm so used to not talk that high anymore that often." She whispered.

Especially not with him.

"But the night, dear Sir, is beautiful and I can't complain in any form. So far I'm enjoying my evening very much, and I hope you will feel as much joy as I do, while the night is fleeing slowly"