Malfoy Manor Uncovered

They appeared with a crack between the hedges right outside Malfoy Manor's grand iron archways. Thaorson had good aim, anyway. They wouldn't need to drag the Lestrange girl far.

Quickly, before the girl had time to get her bearings, Caelani was pulling her towards the gates. She wanted to get her through the anti-apparition wards as quickly as possible.

Sophia closed her eyes as they dispparated away from Diagon Alley to the a place that had no clue where. Looking around Sophia realized where she was, at lease she thinks but she wasn't for sure for she nevered been here. "I have to be at the Malfoy Manor."Sophia thought to herself realzing that where she probably was seeing how they death eaters everywhere. Sophia winced in pain as their grip on Sophia was starting to hurt her arm and leave a brusie on her. Sophia followed them much to her dismay seeing how she was being basically forced by them. Sophia wondered where they were taken her but she guessed the dungeons where they usually taken captured people.

They had apparated spot on to where Thaor had aimed. Stop struggling, and maybe we'll take it easy on you. Thaor said with a sick laugh. Thaor struggled as they forced Sophia through the archway, during the struggle his left sleeve somehow rolled up, revealing a flower tattoo, but that wasn't what Thaor didn't want them to see, it was the name on the ribbon across the flowers that he was trying to hide. "Caelani" was clearly written. Thaor quickly pulled down the sleeve, hoping no damage had been done.

Where to with this one? Thaor asked Caelani. Trying to act as though nothing had happened.

Caelani was happy to get the weight of the girl off her, and now that Thaorson was holding the little witch, she could fix her own clothes which had gotten all twisted up from the struggle. Busy smoothing out her top, she gestured towards the house in answer to her companion's question.

"There's a room ready on the first floor. You'll recognise it by the bars," she said.

Finished making herself look presentable, Caelani looked into Sophia's eyes.

"I want to make this clear right now. I am not some second rate serial killer who gets off on hurting people. You are my hostage, not my victim. When you go up to the house, you will be held in a comfortable room. All your needs will be met. In return, I expect you to cooperate.

"Of course, if you refuse to cooperate, I can make your life a misery, but I am explaining this to you now so that if you choose to go down that path you will know that you are no martyr and that you brought it upon yourself."

With that, she turned and led them up the long gravel driveway to the house.

Sophia looked into Caelani's eyes and nodded for she knew she didn't have any choice other then cooperate with her. As she stood by there side Sophia waited for Thaor to take her up to the first level where her room was at with bars. "Oh great, going to feel like I'm in a fancy prison."said Sophia to herself as she looked down at her clothes. They looked the same other then they were now dirty and wrinkled from struggling to get away from them. Sophia wondered why they just didn't torture her and stuff, they were after all death eaters right? but Sophia wasn't compalining.

But it kindof wondered what she had to cooperate with them with but then again she knew she had no choice but to do it. Sophia disdn't want to be torture or almost put to a almost dead state when Barker gotten a hold of her. As they kept on walking Sophia looked at the manor that was before her wondering how long she'll be in here. Of course she knew she would be in here for the Christmas holidays which would worry her father greatly. "Great, I'm going to ruin everyone Christmas god I'm such a trouble magnet!"said Sophia thoutght to herself.

Marla walked into Malfoy Manor, pulling her hood down off of her head and letting it come to a rest on her shoulders. She shook her head back and her eyes traveled the area, her lips pursing slightly as she sucked in her cheeks. It was nippy outside. She carefully removed her black leather gloves and tucked them into the pocket of the trench coat that lay beneath the cloak. She ascended the stairs.

She went and sat in the drawing room, deciding this was the best place to wait for Caelani and Thaor. Sure, Marla really did not want to babysit a Ministry brat anymore than the others did, but she would do whatever she could to actually put her talents to use. Her job was to keep the girl from complaining too much, find out what she could, and convince the girl to sign the ransom if she did not feel like cooperating.

Marla knew she was the best one for the job. She could lie under any circumstance, could act like no one's business. She was detatched from others so she would not form a real bond with the brat and would stick to the plan. She waited, quietly and carefully getting into character. She could hear an approach but she decided to wait. She was not sure if she was to escort Ms Lestrange to her room or arrive once she was settled. Best to wait for Caelani's cue.