A new Head...Death Eaters, rise.

"Silence." sandra said, slashing her hand to stop the bickering between Lyra and Remy. "I understand your concern Remy, but we should focus on the positive here. Lyra has volunteered. Her loyalty and dedication to our cause is unquestionable." She looked around the rooms, eyes hardening. "If any of you ever had any reason to dislike Lyra Blake, leave it now. She has become a living symbol of what we believe in, sacrificing herself, body and soul, to the cause of the Death Eaters. Her name will go down in history as one of our finest warriors."

"Thats sweet and all but we should be safe she should do the unbreakable vow if she trys to betray us she would die before she could" he said "Just to be safe of course."

Since Sandra spoke, Lyra decided to ignore the little girl's whining. It was a common thing among new Death Eaters, for them to act as though they were so, so terrifying. It always seemed to come as such a shock when somebody was dispatched to kill them. Lyra had seen the look in their eyes, sometimes, if the curse wasn't quick enough, had even seen the words forming on their lips before they finally tumbled to the floor, trying to ask her where they went wrong.

A minion she may be, but Lyra considered herself well suited to the position. She wasn't cut out for leading, and unlike others, she at least followed commands with the minimum of fuss.

That's what made it so galling when another voice interjected into the conversation. Again, it was a new one, supposing he could... what? Could gain points by being argumentative? Or perhaps he hoped to destabilise Sandra, though it had been made clear that even Lucius, sweet Lucius, had no real objections to her past the invasion of his house.

"Felan, you are dense," Lyra pointed out. "I can not betray that which I can not remember. I will happily take the vow if the others agree, but it will be a pointless exercise."

"Believe me, Faelan, Lyra will not betray us." Sandra said, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms. "Besides, I have no desire to put any more magical restraints on her mind than I already will. Perhaps she betrays us while still in disguise, hm? Then she dies. And we have lost everything."

Sandra stood. "No matter. It's decided. Lyra is the volunteer." She turned to the girl. "Meeting ajourned."

Walking up to Lyra, she laid a hand on the girl's shoulder. "If you want to say goodbyes to anyone, you'll have to do it now. Otherwise, we'll begin immediately."

"I will be outside sandra i have a gift for you as some might call it" he said walking out the wand on the table caught fire and burned to ash the dagger dissapeared with a soft pop.



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