For a sickening moment, Vito had gone unrecognized by the public.
It did not make a difference to Vito if "the public" consisted of a small group of Death Eaters who, on the flip side, Vito knew nothing about; the youngest of the bunch had trouble pairing Vito's stolen face with a name, and there was no better way to anger a narcissistic poltergeist.
"It is such a shame; you Death Eaters used to be a classy bunch - your kills were rather cliche, but you had respect for your superiors, " he spoke, each word as bitter as the one before - despite the fact that he too could be considered a Death Eater. He clearly did not feel that he shared any connections with the men before him.
"Yes, I too enjoy pets. In fact, I've branded this one," Vito replied. He was glancing in Jack's direction with a smirk upon his face, as though he were waiting for her to jump forward and pull his eyes from his skull for speaking of her in such a way. "It seems you are a chess peace once more, redhead."
In truth, however, Vito's anger had nothing to do with the fact that his favorite female had gotten into a fight with a couple of Death Eaters - no, his rage was a result of Barker's forgetfulness. And so, with a flourish of his hand, Vito produced an initialed blade from a pocket within his suit, and met eyes with Barker, "It is Vito Dee Symons, to you, bastard."
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