Stark Manor IV

Lucius sat back in his chair, having been silent the whole time. He watched Elizabeth, and he hoped, as all the fathers did, that his granddaughter would be the one to fulfill the prophecy.

Her father, Draco, had not yet been told of anything. Ever since certain events years ago, his son was estranged from the Death Eaters. Hopefully, the family name would be carried on with great legacy.
 
Tristan looked at Sammael for a moment, knowing that both of their daughters did indeed possess a power out of the ordinary. However, he was content to let Serpentes speak, taking a glance at his daughter from time to time.

She was quiet, her face screwed up in an awkward emotion. Anger? Confusion? Disbelief? He couldn't tell; maybe it was a mixture of the three.
 
Liz's mind was rolling with impatience. She wanted to get to the point.

But speaking seemed to make Serpentes speak even slower.

Liz avoided glaring at him, as she laced her fingers together. Get to the point.
 
Surprised at the speed with which this was being explained, Serpentes leaned back, talking slower so as to irritate the girls. They can wait. We'll find out who it is soon enough.

But for now, he had to focus on the rest of the prophecy. "The woman who fulfills this prophecy will be the next Dark Lord. Strong enough to be compared to dear Voldemort, perhaps."

His eyes fell on the three girls. "And it's one of you three. That's why you're here. We're trying to decide."
 
Estrella's mouth hung agape. This was the bs that she had been chased all over the world for?

"Well, I for one, think you're all frigging nutters."
 
Liz snorted. "Right. Not enough benefits to the job to draw me in. I've read up on Voldemort. He had a snake? That's fantastic, I love the things. He was also bald and had to deal with multiple dimwitted death eaters. Terribly sorry, but there's a history of stupidity to several families. And he got what? To be killed by a boy with a scar? Count me out."

Liz sat back in her chair, rather disgusted. For many reasons.
 
Serpentes chuckled quietly. "I expected as much from you girls. Still in denial? Well, that's a good thing, according to our prophecy here."

He pocketed the ball in his robes, and said, "I would much like to have dinner now." He smiled grimly as dinners of steak and potatoes suddenly appeared in the front of them, delicate and expensive looking. All of them were given red wine, rich and dark.

He looked to all of the girls. The death eaters had all started to devour their meals. The girls, however, had not touched their food.

"If we were going to poison you, we would have done it a long time ago. Eat up," he pointed out, "The last thing we want to do is kill you."
 
Estrella snorted, "Yeah. But you have to drag us here and imprison us like criminals because you think one of us is part of your prophecy? Way to treat a future leader."

But she dug into her meal anyway, because her stomach was growling angrily at her right now. If she died, at least she died on a full stomach.
 
Liz nodded apprehensively as her steak appeared, almost raw. Blood was pooled around it.

It would have ordinarily disgusted her. But now, it looked delicious.

She stared for a moment, wondering. Should she return it and ask for it better done? No... it looked too... appetizing.

Liz lifted a fork and knife, and cut a piece. She all but devoured it from the fork, and smiled, a small stream of the blood dribbling down her chin. She quickly grabbed up a napkin to dab it away, and then began to cut the remainder.
 
Nothing really exciting happened over dinner, and wiping his mouth with a napkin, Serpentes sat back.

"I thank you, once again, Sammael, for your hospitality in letting everyone stay at this house." He looked about the room. Mostly everyone was done with their meal, draining their glasses of wine.

"All of the girls shall be staying here, for the time being. Until we can decide who we really need to keep, of course."
 
"Tell me this," Estrella said, sitting up straight, "Are you planning on letting us going back to school? Wouldn't want a leader with a rotted brain, you know." She pointed to her skull, looking at Serpentes.
 
Liz was smiling, satisfied. The steak filled a thirst she didn't recognize until it was in front of her. After licking a bit of spare blood off her finger, she sat back and enjoyed a sip of wine.

"Do you happen to have a spare quidditch pitch around here? Although this has been terribly pleasant, sitting around doing nothing all day is getting me out of shape. And I believe, allowing us to enjoy ourselves once in awhile would make your job of attempting to keep us in line, much easier."
 
Serpentes first looked to Estrella. "You'll go back to school when it is decided that you are ready to go back. If you ever go back."

He smirked, turning to the Malfoy girl. "I may be old, but I am not an idiot. No one is here to entertain you. The answer is no. And I'd be damned if you'd be allowed on a broomstick under the watch of anyone here."
 
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He smirked, turning to the Malfoy girl. "I may be old, but I am not an idiot. No one is here to entertain you. The answer is no. And I'd be damned if you'd be allowed on a broomstick under the watch of anyone here."
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Liz folded her fingers and took a diplomatic stance. She leaned forward slightly, and spoke a bit softer.

"What could I say to convince you?" she paused for a moment. "An unbreakable vow that I won't attempt to escape on a broomstick?"
 
"I am not moved by persuasion, Miss Malfoy. Consider your request denied," Serpentes replied coldly.

He rose from his chair. "I for one, will return home. I wish you all well." After nodding to Sammael, Tristan and Lucius, he left the room, leaving an aura of confusion behind him.
 
Liz lifted an eyebrow. "One who doesn't listen to persuasion ends up making foolish errors." she said, gently to herself. It was much more of an observation than an insult. Serpentes intrigued her. That much she knew.
 
Sophia had been silent and blank, her face emotionless through the entire debacle. That was one thing she was glad to have learned from her parents, how to hold in her emotions. Despite her cold front, she was steaming on the inside. The new Dark Lord? Sophia hated the idea, she hated all of this. Her own parents were imprisoning her, the people who had brought her up and taught her everything, the two people she had respected the most. Sophia did not even bother to look down at her plate, staring at an arbitrary point on the wall as the others around her ate their supper. She had still not eaten since she had been taken captive.
 
Estrella sat back, glaring at Serpentes. Contrary to his belief, however, she was going to go back to Hogwarts. One way or the other.

She looked to Liz and Sophia. She had no idea what Sophia felt about the whole situation, but she looked pale and vacant as she was zoning out. Estrella wanted a moment to be able to talk to her friends, but she wasn't sure that the death eaters were going to be lenient this time around. Especially with buggers like Ravus.
 
Burping after eating his meal and not excusing himself, Vladmir rose from his chair. "Are we required to guard the brats, Sammael, or can I get some shut-eye?"
 
Sammael set down his fork and looked to Valdmir with a repulsed expression. "You may sleep if you so desire Vladmir. I trust you know the way."
 
Draven was quiet as he got up from his seat. Not really feeling like talking, he gave a nod to Sammael and Tristan and went to the room that he had been staying in for the last couple of days. He didn't sleep much, and he was always on the alert. Ravus needn't worry about them escaping.
 
Lucius hobbled out of his chair on his cane, looking to Sammael. "I trust that everything is in order; I am now going to retreat to my own home." He looked to Tristan, and would not say it out loud. He trusted that Tristan had taken care of Carlisle. The muggle man had been quite a nuisance.

He turned back for a moment, looking at the three girls, who were still present. "Do try to behave yourselves." With a nod, he left.
 
Estrella got up from her chair. "Are we allowed to talk with each other? Or is that against the bald guy's rules?"
 
"I don't see a problem with it, do you, Sammael?" Tristan said, looking to his cousin. "I say a half hour would suffice."
He turned to Estrella. "But you should have more respect for Serpentes."
 
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