Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 18:14:37 GMT -5
Destrane stepped into the Great Hall, his black robes flowing around his form ominously. He had been ordered to make sure meetings were held once a month at the school for Death Eaters that were at Hogwarts and for those of high rank, such as Bellatrix and the other Lestranges. It was to catch up on news and find out what else would be needed to keep the school under the Dark Lord's control. Though the Dark Lord himself wouldn't be present, most likely, Bellatrix would lead it.
The boy came over to the seat on the left of the leader's spot, leaning back. His eyes were closed, lips pulled down into a frown. These meetings bored him but he was required to attend them. All student Death Eaters were required.
Dark clouds covered the ceiling, the appearance of a heavy snowstorm apparent through the magical illusions. Two tables were pulled together to support those who would be attending the meeting. Candles sat in the middle of the tables, lining the entire length to illuminate the hall. Glasses of wine sat before each seat, a courtesy to those of age to drink alcohol.
The boy came over to the seat on the left of the leader's spot, leaning back. His eyes were closed, lips pulled down into a frown. These meetings bored him but he was required to attend them. All student Death Eaters were required.
Dark clouds covered the ceiling, the appearance of a heavy snowstorm apparent through the magical illusions. Two tables were pulled together to support those who would be attending the meeting. Candles sat in the middle of the tables, lining the entire length to illuminate the hall. Glasses of wine sat before each seat, a courtesy to those of age to drink alcohol.
