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Rising to his feet again, Serpentes watched them vanish, grinding his teeth in anger. "Hunting," he hissed in a low, venomus tone to no one in particular, "sounds like a wonderful idea. Wonder what game I can find in Syberia this time of year..." With that he apparated.

In an instant, Serpentes was on his feet, his eyes suddenly sharp and snake like as he faced Draven. "Don't you dare forget your place, boy!" He snarled, his fragile, old frame suddenly seeming so much stronger than it should have been. He paused for a moment, knowing that he was on the verge...

"If it is still what she wants," Serpentes sighed, returning his attention to Tristan,"then of course." Turning back to Draven, he said quickly, "You lost the child I assume. I do not smell her here."

"You?" Serpentes snorted, glancing up at Draven in surprise. As far as he knew Draven had taken up intrest in hunting only after his fiance's death, convinced that she had been murdered. When he had that led him nowhere, however, he had eventually accepted that her life and the unborn child's...

"This girl," Serpentes replied, nodding in Liz's direction, "Wishes to become a death eater. She requests an audience with Valcan, something I'm sure you can arrange, if I'm not mistaken."

"Leave him, Ravus." Serpentes ordered sharply, staring the younger man down with a piercing glance. "Your feud with him is over." For now at least, he added to himself.

Serpentes ignored him, apparating quickly before Draven could say another word.

Serpentes watched calmly from his chair, waiting for Draven to catch his breath and regain a little composure before offering a hand to help him off the floor. He did not, however, share Liz's patience or restraint as far as his curiousity went. "What did you see?" He asked almost as soon as...

"Great," Serpentes snapped callously, shaking his head "This better be good." Glancing at Liz, he explained, "Poor bastard's gifted with Sight, which is pretty much a general term for a ton of psychic mumbo jumbo." He frowned irritably as if the whole thing were Draven's fault. "Unfortunately...

"Tristan, I believe, could take you there, if not his daughter..." Serpentes began and then trailed off, glancing suddenly at Draven.

"They are, in a sense, no longer human." Serpentes pointed out with a shrug, "Just as I am not. But I remind you, they are not normal death eaters. I believe Valcon can give you what you were looking, however. His death eaters are of the regular kind, their fates less sealed, less bleak than...

"You seem to be missing my point," Serpentes sighed. "As I said, I create my death eaters and mine are nothing like the kind you have dealt with." He glance sideways at Draven, grinning slightly at the man's obvious unease. He turned back to Elizabeth, nodding in Draven's direction. "Have you...

"Oh, I am well prepared, child, but I'm afraid that you have wasted your time in coming here if that was your only intention." Serpentes said calmly,"You see, unlike some, I do not hand out permission slips and name random people a death eater left and right. I... create them you could say. A...

"Here," Serpentes said quickly, shoving Whisper's unconcious form into Draven's arms and turning away before Draven could even get a proper hold on the child. "Don't ask questions, just get her somewhere safe, somewhere far from here. And don't let her out of your sight!"

Serpentes gathered her up easily now, and bolted swiftly down the hall, jumping the entire flight of stairs rather than taking the time to use them. He had to be quick now, had to be certain rather than sorry. If the child's mother woke fully and they remained within her reach... all hell would...