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by: Trevor Williams
#16923
December 20

The battle last night had been successful in Trevor's mind. He had killed Derrin and no one had seen him in the moments following as he worked to revive Morgana. The kid he'd killed, a sixth or so year, hadn't mattered in the grand scheme of things, and he felt confident that in the ensuing chaos no one would care he hadn't finished Evie off. Their leader was dead, and they would want to find out who. The easy one to peg it on would be Winslow, but first he had to get in contact with Evie dearest. She still had a part to play for him, and if she wouldn't, all hell would break loose on her husband. He guaranteed it. He would have a bounty on his head and plenty of Death Eaters eager to fulfill it. Bye-bye, Winslow. About time, too. Voldemort had wanted him dead how many years ago now yet the man had evaded death for so long. Well, his lucky streak would be over soon unless his wife would be willing to work with Trevor after everything that had happened. Call it a test of the limits of her love for her beloved husband. He wasn't certain whether she'd fail it or pass with flying colors. He was rooting for her this time around.

But all that was stuff to worry about at a later date. First, he had to establish order and start not only a search for Derrin's killer but also a plan of attack for where to go from here. The attacks on both the school and the Minstry had been successful. If they acted now, they could have the Ministry. It would be a great gain in their plight. That was his first priority. Second was ridding them of Callid. That man was a danger to everything he, Morgana, Amie, and partly Masters had worked so hard to achieve. He had enough allies he didn't feel he would suffer too much by the revelation that it had been he who had killed Derrin. He could always peg Callid, frame him, if Evie went along with his plan so that if she failed to kill him it would leak out and the others would go after him. Of course, Callid could turn around and point fingers at him, causing confusion, but I could point out that whatever the case, we had to keep forward if we were to win and I was the one with a plan, not he. Naturally, it could end up most of the others wouldn't care about Derrin's death in which case Trevor'd have yet another back up plan. A vicious cycle but necessary. One couldn't be too careful in this business.

With a sigh Trevor stood from his bed, walking off towards his bathroom and stripping off his pajama bottoms and underwear before stepping into the shower and turning on the water, waiting for it to heat up before pulling the tab to turn on the showerhead, giving a bit of a jump when the first bit of it came out freezing cold, but afterwards felt rather relaxing. The last bit of relaxation he'd get for the entire day, he feared. Once he got to the Malfoy mansion, he wasn't sure what to expect after gathering everybody. They could either be agreed in the course of action and out of there in less than an hour or they could be stuck in there for hours on end discussing a course of action. And of course, if Callid chose to make a scene, then, they could be there even longer, but he trusted the man was more tactful than that. He'd be more calculated and probably crueler as well, but Trevor wasn't going to think about that right now as he ran the shampoo through his hair, lathering it before rinsing it out. If only getting rid of the threats he felt over his head was so easy. He'd have not a worry and everything would be smooth sailing from here on out, but now he had to worry not only about the Order foiling their plans but also about Callid ruining them, and there were about half a dozen Death Eaters in the group he didn't know too well. He didn't and couldn't trust anyone. It was a mess.

This whole thing would be so much simpler if he could simply trust people, but trusting people was a mistake in this business, and he had learned that and thankfully not the hard way. It was going to stay that way, too. He knew he couldn't trust Amie after she had his kid without even telling him and tried to hide her from him despite knowing his past, which he believed she would still keep because it was in her best interest, but what if circumstances were to change and it was to become not in her best interest? The cat would be out of the bag about his past, and his image as a tough, cares only about himself type guy would be shattered and hopless to repair. Then, there was Masters. He was providing him with information from the Ministry, but he had been away so long that it was impossible for Trevor to put any trust in him. He hadn't done anything to give him reason not to, but he more or less couldn't trust him by principle. He was a possible threat and always would be no matter what he promised. Promises were oftentimes, unfortunately, made to be broken. Lastly in his top three (and probably the most important to him at this point in time) was Morgana. He had strong feelings for her. He still refused to say love despite knowing in his heart of hearts that was what it was, but the feelings were there, and they were strong. But could he truly trust her? Sure, he had something on her, a past that was less than pleasant, but could he dare tell her his past or really let her get too close? Women were treacherous. All of them had been so far in his life except for his mum, Evie, and Anna. He just couldn't fully trust Morgana, which was likely a hinderance in their relationship.

Then, there were the enemies, of which Callid was chief. He was surrounded by people he couldn't trust, and that was probably why he was hoping Evie would join in on his scheme to protect her husband. He could always trust Evie to be Evie and by that, he meant she always spoke her mind. It would make it easy for him to act like he'd need to act towards her to keep Callid's suspicion off his having any possible plans. They'd be hostile and stand-offish enough naturally to be believable. Then, it would be up to her to get close to Callid...and by close he didn't mean romantically, merely close enough to plot against him with the man so she could be close enough to kill him before she suspected. Then, after that, if she ran, it'd be sending the Death Eaters after her husband and his second enemy would be gone. Evie would be kept in check with threats towards her kids after that. If she stayed, then her husband would remain safe as well as her kids, and he'd find something else for her to do, whether it was just sit in on meetings and do little things or what. To some extent he hoped she'd report plans back to the Order, give them a challenge.

After washing his body with soap, Trevor rinsed off and then toweled off and got out, wrapping the towel around his waist as he walked over to the bathroom sink, grabbing his shaver and beginning to shave. That took a few minutes to complete, but soon he put on some aftershave and then proceeded to brush his teeth, which took about two minutes. After that, he got dressed and took a look at himself in the mirror. The black robes of the Death Eater attire looked sharp. There wasn't much else to say. He didn't often think to himself how good he looked or something nonsensical like that. Besides, even if he did, he didn't have time this morning. After he was ready, he walked out of his room and into the hallway, following it to the fork that lead to either the entry way or the living room. He turned towards the entry way and the door, walking out it and locking it. Due to the enchantments he had on his house to be overly cautious, he had to walk a ways to get to where he could apparate, but once he reached that point, he apparated to the Malfoy mansion.

As soon as he arrived, he walked in through the doorway and straight to the dining hall where he paused before the chair that Derrin used to claim, gripping his left arm as he pushed up the sleeve. The pointer and middle fingers of his right hand came to rest over the familiar black mark of a skull with a snake protruding from it, pressing down on it to call all Death Eaters to the mansion. It was only a matter of time now until everything he had waited for for the past couple months would come to be. The coup would be successful. All he had to do now was lead and get rid of Warren, and all would be well.
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by: Jen
#16924
Philip hadn't slept the night of the battle. There had been too much going on that night, even if he had spent most of it with some woman not dueling until it came time for him to flee. It had been best for him, seeing as he hadn't wanted to harm any of the staff he'd been working alongside or the students he had been teaching, but the knowledge of what the others were doing was enough to drive a man mad when it was the exact opposite of what he wanted to be doing. However, that knowledge hadn't been what had kept him awake so much as the indecision about what he was going to do. At that point he had found out about Derrin's death. It was hard to miss Derrin's dead body on the way through the foyer.

So technically, he had no reason to stay and fight with the Death Eaters. Technically, he now had his freedom that he had wanted so badly. No oaths or promises tied him to anyone else in the Death Eater order. However, he couldn't just waltz out. That would be foolish. He'd be killed! That was what made his decision so tough. The night of the battle he had remained at the school like most of the other professors, only his reason had been to cover his butt and keep them from finding out he was a Death Eater. He had found out John Kenneth was alive. A shocker, but it was abuzz through the other teacher's actions and words, even some of the students. He had been found beside his wife's harmed body. Philip had resisted the urge to try to comfort or help her for sake of their reconciliation, had backed off. However, this piece of information could be helpful to his getting away. Of course, whether or not he would give it up was yet to be seen.

The morning after, he had got up, still fully dressed in his dress robes, and had quickly changed into less fancy robes, messily packing his things in his trunk and grabbing his violin. He slung is violin case over his shoulder and pulled his trunk with him to the foyer where students were gathering. He accompanied them to the train and boarded with them, finding an empty compartment to sit in. It was as the train stopped that he felt the mark burn. He pulled back his sleeve and groaned as he saw it move. Damn it. He'd hoped that some sort of chaos would ensue Derrin's death so he could disappear, but it seemed someone had already decided to call order. He had to go. If he didn't, who knew what would happen to him. It was just how it had to be.

He quickly apparated to his house, set down his things, dug out his Death Eater robes, and then apparated to the Malfoy mansion. He slowly walked in like a prisoner to the gallows. He walked all the way up the stairs to the main foyer and then into the dining hall. It seemed no one else was here except Trevor, whom he hardly acknowledged as he made his way to his usual spot. Someone may as well kill him now.
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by: Sarah
#16925
Sienna apparated into the foyer of the manor and strolled into the dining hall, sporting a bandage and a black sling on her left arm, expecting to see several more people than she did. Being faced with only Phillip and Trevor, she frowned slightly and rolled her eyes. Trevor was certainly taking things quickly. She and Callid had expected at least a day or so to let things settle down and troops to recover before Trevor and Morgana reigned them all in again. Well, time for Plan B then. Sauntering over to where Trevor stood, Sienna said to him, seemingly bored, "You know I had expected to have longer than 12 hours to recover from last night....I thought it would take longer for someone to get control of the ranks again." She looked coyly over at Trevor and said softly in a voice that hinted maybe she knew more than she should, "Somehow I just knew it would be you who managed it...." Tossing her hair over her shoulder and smiling cattily at Trevor, she walked over to the large bay window and sat down, looking out at the overdone landscape.
by: Sparky
#16926
The front doors to the mansion swung open as a very energetic and excited Harold Masters ran practically skipped into the foyer. "My friends! My Friends! Where are we tonight?" he sung, throwing the door close as he danced from one room to the next, looking for Trevor. Oh yes, he was quite excited by their successful assault against Hogwarts and the Ministry. Though noone had seen him during the attacks against either location, he knew all to well how the assaults had went. Though Masters was skillful in the Dark Arts and quite capable of holding his own against Auror or Dark Wizard alike, direct confrontation wasn't his style.. Let the peons risk their necks in direct combat while he orchestrated the true victory. Though not all was perfect with their 'victory' and buried deep down inside, there was a strong pang of guilt and pain over the loss of his daughter Helena. She and her brother had joined in on the chaos against their fellow students, and had actually felled a few, but she'd been killed. What bothered him most was the fact that she'd died believing her father was dead, but it was a price to pay in the greater scheme of things he supposed.

Alexander, his son had survived the battle and was now safe at home with his mother. It'd not be a wise idea for him to be seen outside right now, not until the Order of the Phoenix was crushed and they were in firm, open control of the ministry. Another slight defeat had been the fact that Professor Robert Lawson had escaped, That Lucky Bastard! Masters had personally sent his right hand, Vladimir Lem to take care of Lawson personally. Along with one of the pesky Lefcourts and another Death Eater, they'd tried to defeat him but instead? Lawson killed two of them and maimed Lem. A temporary setback, Masters would have his revenge against that lucky bastard in due course. But finally he found his way into the dining room and greeted his brothers and sisters with a wide grin. "Very good work my friends, an excellent attack by our little ol foot soldiers." he applauded them. "Bravo."

He shifted his gaze to Trevor. "Isn't it amazing?" he asked. "The defenses of Hogwarts and the Ministry were so.. weak? Just as I told you they would be?" Indeed, in the last batch of information he'd given to Trevor, he'd given him detailed information on the defenses at the ministry, and assured him that they'd be at half strength. As well as assurances that most of the Aurors would be to far from Hogwarts to provide any significant resistance and he'd been quite correct. Finally a sense of calm over took him, his expression hardening and becoming drasticlly more serious. "What is your next move?" It was a simple question for Trevor.
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by: Former Members
#16927
((Randi))

Velvet felt the familiar burn on her arm. She looked down at it with wide amber-honey tinted eyes. She’d been up for hours. It had been an early night for her last night. She recalled the night with fondness.

Oh they’d all gone off to battle children in the school, and yes that was fun, but Velvet had her own agenda. Something she’d been meaning to take care of for awhile. It was only recently that she’d found them. It’d taken her a few hours to play with them. Not as long as she would have liked, she’d had to cut it short. She’d heard the roar of an engine and smiled, she’d have to take her fun on the road. Grabbing the last thing she’d moved back to her old time home. The house elves had done a wonderful job of cleaning up. And they’d had better. That’s when something strange had happened. It took a lot to surprise Velvet, truly surprise her. This had. She’d clapped her hands loudly and locked the newest toy safely away. Looking at the clock she decided that the battle would still be going on. “Fooy.” she’d said, then laid in bed covered in blood, letting it stain the sheets. After an hour, rolling in bliss, she’d fallen asleep. Two hours after that she’d pulled her-self awake. To her knowledge she no longer dreamed, if she did it was red and violent. Licking her fingers, still tainted with last nights fun, she got up and headed for a bath.

The house elves had drawn her a hot bath. She smiled, and climbed in. Twenty minutes later she’d climbed out, and dried her long black locks. They fell down her back straight and thin. She pursed her lips to herself in the mirror and giggled girlishly. Then she’d gone and visited an old friend with news. Now, she stood in front Malfoy Manner, fingers running over the red outline of the mark on her arm. She pushed the door open and sauntered in looking around. Her eyebrows rose as she looked at all the new people. This was actually one of the first Death Eater meetings she’d been to since she’d got back in town. She found her way to the inner room, catching the last question Masters asked Trevor. Oh Trevor…she hadn’t seen him in years! Clapping her hands again she entered the room. “Did you miss me? Hello dears!” she gave another giggle and picked a comfy looking chair to sit in, her black dress (the modified versions of her Death Eater robes, did they really think she was going to sport something so…unfashionable?) falling around her feet, she crossed her legs, the split in the dress flashing a bit of black stockings. She wrinkled her nose in and wagged her fingers as a wave.
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by: Former Members
#16928
((Joe))

Felix slipped in amongst the others without a sound, blood still smeared on his robes like a trophy. A near permanent grin was plastered on his face, a left over ecstasy from his murderous rampage the night before. He glanced round at those already there and took notice of Trevor, taking charge just a day after the death of Derrin. If there was something Felix knew, it was when a plot was in action.

Felix walked up to Trevor and Sienna, "It seems the red queen has beheaded the jabberwocky..." he said with a laugh, "last night was quite productive, don't you think?"
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by: Sarah
#16929
Natalya followed Felix into the room and walked confidantly up to Trevor, unable to hide her annoyance at being called away from her duties at the ministry. Since the attacks, there had been much for her to do and the Minister had given her hardly any peace. "Good morning, Mr. Williams; I'm assuming you're the one taking charge here?" Without waiting for his reply she continued briskly, her usually calm nature gone. "I've been swamped at the ministry since last night; I can't stay long, so I'd appreciate you answering my questions quickly. As I'm sure you're aware, Derrin placed me inside the ministry two years ago. All I need to know is if you still want me there, Sienna can fill me in on the rest later..."
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by: Chase Downing
#16930
The book was his. He had it. He hadn't slept a bit since his escapade to Warren manor the night before. He had been too busy studying the book, memorizing it word for word, and plotting out his final maneuvers. The book was now bound to him - a spell that would not allow it to be removed 5 feet away from him without killing him first. Yes, now it was possible to bring Voldemort back one last time. It would be extremely difficult though. Beyond Chase's power? Maybe - but that wasn't going to stop him. The feeling of the Dark Mark burning upon his forearm was positively delightful. Oh to feel it and know that his Master would soon be summoning him with it once more. Should he tell his fellow Death Eaters? No... not yet. They couldn't know until he had succeeded. He knew of some who did not wish for his return and they would no doubt try to stop him. He still appeared with the other Death Eaters, looking on from the shadows in the corner of the room. He had a twisted smile on his face - and if things kept going the way they were, it wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
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by: Callid Warren
#16931
What a night. Callid had gotten little sleep overnight and was not particularly looking forward to a meeting. It had been a mistake to hope he could take control of some of the chaos at the battle - there had been far too much. And did he really need to oversee Williams plot on White? Well, hindsight was 20-20, and he had gotten out of the battle in tact. However, he arrived home to find his house broken into. He had taken down the defenses for just one night - he didn't want to risk the chance of needing to make a quick escape inside of his manor, in which case his defenses would have been a hindrance. He also assumed that most of his enemies would be either attacking or being attacked. Coupled with the fact that Trevor and undoubtedly others were aware of his many defenses, he also assumed no one in their right mind would actually try to break in. He should have known better than to assume. A man whom he identified as Chase Downing had broken into his house and stolen a book. It seemed so trivial for that to be all he did... no traps set, or anything. Had Trevor sent him? He had been up most of the night pondering.

The book he had stolen was one he hadn't gotten to yet. It contained powerful dark magic. Callid had no idea what use he would have for it in particular, but he knew the man to be crazy. He was just as crazy as Felix, though not quite in the same way. The man was uttely devoted and idol-driven, it was almost scary to think that someone like that could exist. He doubted Chase was trying to kill him, at least as long as he told him he worshiped Voldemort or something. It did lead to an interesting question though... what was he up to? Was there really another way to bring Voldemort back? Why couldn't the man just stay dead!? Callid was not about to go back to falling in line and tiptoeing around to get what he wanted. Chase would have to be watched carefully, but he was a lesser priority.

Trevor was now definitely the bigger thing to worry about. Callid sat down the table about half way from Trevor. He eyed him with smirk on his face, though it was short lived with the brief glance he could spare. All the other fools in the room were irking, and the sooner he could be done with them the better.
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by: Jen
#16932
Oh yay, a party of idiots who thought they could take over the world! How original! Jason rolled his eyes as he felt the mark burn, sarcasm the result of lack of sleep and the influx of guilt in the man at this point in time. He sighed as he pulled back his sleeve, glaring at the dark, pulsating tattoo on his left forearm. Ugh. He loathed the day he had joined the Dark Lord. What had ever driven him to it? The "cool" tattoo? No. It had been the fact that curiosity really does kill the cat. He'd seen the "cool"-looking mansion and just had had to explore it and found none other than Voldemort himself. Yay, huh? Nope. Not really. Sure, it had been perfectly fine at first when Voldemort was around, then he had had his eight years of freedom after Voldemort had died and he'd gotten used to being free. Now being back was nothing but a nuisance, but how could he leave? How could he get free? He doubted any of his "comrades" would help him. It was treachery in and of itself just to be thinking of leaving, after all, but to actually do or aide in it? It wouldn't go unpunished, and he knew it. He feared it, the very reason he was still sitting here the day after the battle.

Hate burned in him for whoever had called this meeting, but he pushed himself off his bed and threw on his Death Eater robes over his clothes, not having bothered yet with showering or changing clothes. He put on his shoes and then made his way down the stairs to the fancy dining parlor of the Malfoy Mansion where he knew meetings were held. Seeing Williams at the head table, Jason scowled, not bothering to be subtle with his distaste for this meeting as a whole, though most would probably translate his flipping Trevor off as contempt for the man himself, not the cause itself.

Moodily, Jason threw himself into one of the chairs, making sure to be off away from everyone else. He didn't even bother to sit up straight, instead leaning against the armrest and glaring straight at Trevor. If looks could kill, the other man who was speaking with a blonde would be dropping dead right about now. Jason had half a mind to assassinate the acclaimed assassin right on the spot, but he'd knew he'd have at least one wand pointed at him, even if Morgana wasn't here yet. Where was Morgana? And Amie? Everyone was disappearing. Maybe Trevor had determined they'd outstayed their welcome and killed them both after the battle? Maybe. But right now that didn't matter. He just wanted to get this damn meeting done and over with so he could go back to moping.
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by: Former Members
#16933
((Randi))

Standing from her chair Velvet's eyes scanned the room. Pity really that they were all on the same side, well sort of. There were a couple of people here she'd love to see if she could break. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, she sauntered over to where Harold and Trevor and two other people she didn't know. One male, she looked him over and then forgot him. He looked too…new too…fresh and not nearly dark enough to be of interest to her. The bint, she thought, might be Sienna, Velvet thought they might have met, but then again maybe not. Ah well it didn't really matter. Not to her. Velvet wasn't one to care about people or names.

She stepped up behind Harold and wrapped her long arms around his broad chest. Nuzzling her nose against his neck. She sighed softly into his ear, watching them. "I'm growing bored. Velvet said with a slight pout.

"I do have better things to do then stand around all night. When is this....delightful gathering going to pick up? And what of entertainment. The Dark Lord used to have entertainment." She continued as one hand slipped away from holding on to Harold and up his back to toy with his hair.

"Every one has been busy little bee's. What with killing and raping and pillaging the little school. Oh what fun. But now what?" She asked eyeing Trevor, the line in his shoulders showing that he was still as cocky as ever. Velvet had to admit that touch of arrogance was just the slightest bit sexy. She nuzzled closer to Harold as if, bodily apologizing for the thought. No one came as close to being dirty and horrible as her Masters did. No one indeed.
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by: Callid Warren
#16934
By this point in time Trevor was swamped with people, unable to come up with fifteen responses at once. It amused Callid, but he too had better things to be doing other than being forced to listen to the mindless dribble of these fools. "What? Isn't this wonderful company entertainment enough for you?" he replied caustically to the one woman's statement. "But Miss... uh, Velvet, does have a point..." He managed to refrain from using the word that had slipped into his mind in place of her name. "What now Trevor?" He raised an eyebrow and gave a smirk. There was a deeper meaning hidden in it that only a few people would understand. Would Trevor continue on trying to kill him? Callid didn't have a death wish for Williams - there was nothing personal to his plots against him. The fact was that Trevor stood in his way of power, and unless that changed he would not subside in his attempts to undermine Trevor. Right now, though, he was just curious to see Williams' next move.
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