“No. It is mine.” Came a cold voice from the open doorway, it was of course Nicholas Valentine. Unlike Christabelle who seemed to be dressed for school, Nicholas was dressed in robes of the deepest blue. They were unbuttoned and hung loosely around him, almost sweeping the floor as he walked. Under the robes he wore a plain white shirt, the top two buttons un-buttoned casually. He leaned against the door frame as he watched Mathew devour one of his apples, Nicholas couldn’t remember offering him one but then again, the plebs had too eat, now and again. He would stand staring at Mathew Lestrange for a good minute or so, saying nothing. In his mind’s he was thinking of ways to dispose of him as soon as possible, finally get that particular deed done. Lestrange was a burden and a liability, anyways, he had changed now, what use was this “nice” “loved up” Mathew? He had out grown his usefulness a long time ago in Nicholas’s opinion, still he smiled a small smile as he pushed himself of the door frame and strolled casually into the room, taking the seat at the head of the table. Tilting his head to his side he looked at Mathew, squinting a little as if to really see whether or not it was him before him today, there was no denying it “So I hear that you want to talk to me….” He found himself saying, “I’m here now, talk”
Although he may have appeared unarmed this was definitely not the case. He had of course his wand, which he had taken to hiding up his sleeve, his silver sword was smartly concealed inside the robes and he had his wandless capabilities. One wrong move and Mathew would be long gone, for once and for all….
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