Discussing the Future...of EVIL // Death Eater Meeting

Sandra sat calmly at the head of the table. She had recovered from her most recent "incident" with the help of a few healers, a nice bath, and large bottle of brandy, the last of which she was still using. She took a sip and propped her feet up on the table, humming idly to herself as she waited for the Death Eaters to arrive. it wasn't formal, but this wasn't a very formal meeting. Simply an update...and perhaps a reminder of who was in charge now.

the Fireplace near the table sprang to life as Ne'Os Emof stepped out. in his hand was the Staff of death's hand his silver arm was fully visible. "Sandra" he said nodding at her and sitting down. He let the staff melt back into his silver hand the arm it self transformed back to resemble his original arm. In the back of his mind he thought about how her position used to be his.

It was galling to Lucius, the way Archer waltzed in and out of his home as though she owned it. The way everyone acted as though they owned the place. He held his tongue for the time being, however. He had seen dark lords rise and fall; no doubt Archer would eventually go the same way. To give credit where it was due, she was better than the alternatives, and that was the sole reason she had Lucius' continuing support.

It was, however, his house and his furniture. The least she could do is act as though she'd had a proper upbringing. Lucius' cane swung with a little more force as he strolled in from the garden.

"Don't you think that's a little unhygienic, Sandra?" he asked. "We do eat off this table, you know."

Thaor had recieved word that there was going to be a meeting at the Manor. He apparated to just outside the gates, and walked towards them. It was only when his nose was about an inch away from the gates that they swung open. He walked up the pathway and knocked on the front door.

Topsy came to the door, and showed him into the parlor where he found Sandra, Ne'Os and Lucius. Thaor did feel bad for Lucius and his family, all the death eaters walking around like they owned the place. That was perhaps why Thaor let Suz move in with him, well that, and other obvious reasons.

Sandra Thaor said with a half-bow/half-nod. Ne'os hows that new wand working for you? Thaor asked, he was unsure the effects it would have with the elder wand, but he did want to make sure it was working.

Lucious Thaor said with a nod.

So sorry, about them acting like they own the place, I mean. Thaor told lucious using legilimency.

Would it be so wrong to kick Sandra and her band of merry men out of the Manor? In Narcissa’s eyes, no it wouldn’t have been. She would have sent them off on their way long ago if it hadn’t been for the fact that she knew that they wouldn’t go quietly. She’d been in the library minding her own business when the infernal woman called that damned meeting. Narcissa was a stone’s throw away herself from moving out. The Death Eater’s weren’t welcome in here. Sandra seemed to have forgotten that the Manor was first and foremost the Malfoy home, not a boarding house where Death Eaters could come and go as the pleased. They had Hogwarts now; surely they could have moved off and gone to bother Majere.

Upon her entrance in the room where the meeting was to be held, Narcissa’s eyes narrowed at the sight of that woman’s feet on her table. It was a priceless antique and she had her sodding feet on it. Narcissa's wand hand twitched a little and she fought the urge to sever the woman’s feet from her body. But then, that would have just made a mess and the blood would have gotten on the rug and she knew how hard it was to get blood stains out of upholstery. It was far too much work for the house elves that were already dead on their feet.

Narcissa plastered an indifferent look on her face and walked around the table. She took a seat in one of the chairs and glanced at Lucius. He too seemed put off by Sandra’s less than sanitary behaviour. And Emof, the ever ignorant child, seemed to have either decided to ignore it or was completely unaware. Then there was Thaor. He was...nice enough. Curling a piece of hair around her finger, Narcissa’s eyes settled on a patch of wall opposite where she was sat. That was where she kept them too, refusing to acknowledge any of them, not even her husband. She didn't want to be there. She didn't need to be their either but unfortunately she was.

"It works perfectly sadly as of late i had to place the elder wand in a safer place then my self..."he said not really wanting to let the death eaters know he had given the elder wand to the ministry. "And Sandra must you really treat this house the Malfoy's so kindly let us use with such...disrespect. clearly this table is a antique" he said somewhat disgusted by her actions. While He himself didn't care much for the Malfoys he did appreciate proper manners.

Nerezza stepped into the Malfoy Manor with ease, having always enjoyed being here. It had continuously reminded her of her childhood home with its elegance and wealth emanating from every piece of furniture and decoration. Taking light steps upon the beautiful marble floor, she was careful not to scratch it with her black stilettos. She wore a dark red dress that was very fitting and elegant. She knew that this was no formal meeting, but she always tried to look nice when she came to the Manor. She didn't want to insult one of her favorite families. She had always respected Narcissa and Lucius, even Draco. They had been faithful to the Dark Lord and his ways despite the fact of him falling from power all those years ago.

Touching a perfect caramel hand to her sleek, pulled back hair, she made sure that the bun was still intact and that no single black strand fell out of place. As she found herself in the meeting room, she made it a priority to greet the Malfoys with a smile before murmuring, "Buona sera*! I hope that the both of you are doing quite well on this auspicious eve." She flashed them a flawless and pleasant smile, making sure that they knew she thought the highest of them. Seating herself across the table from Narcissa, the Italian noticed a look of apathy on the older woman's face. Although she didn't want to admit it to herself, she had always seen a disinterest in the elegant lady's countenance every time the Death Eaters met. She probably did not want her house to be used in such a way. Nerezza didn't blame her.

Nodding in the direction of Thaor, Nerezza threw him a flawless smile before her emeralds zipped to Ne'Os. She nearly growled. She hated the Vampire. Ever since she had first known him, she had found no reason to trust nor respect him. He was nothing to her, no matter how powerful he claimed to be. She had no care in the world of his words or his existence. Throwing a hateful glance in his direction, she turned to Archer. Although she wasn't as beautiful or exquisite as her Dark Lord had been, she was certainly devilish enough for Nerezza's following. Opening her mouth with practiced formality, she murmured, "I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you, Signora** Archer. I am relieved to see you well." She noticed her supposed leader sitting with her feet upon the table. It shocked her that such a woman would behave in such an animalistic way in such a situation.

Nerezza may have been clinically unstable, but she knew her place among the Malfoys. She was in the presence of greatness and was sure to recognize it no matter who Sandra Archer thought she was.

Calli's hair was pulled into a bun. Her robes were dusty from the work she'd been doing around the Arena just moments before she got the call. Normally, she wouldn't turn up to another person's home in such a state, but this was just a Death Eater meeting. A flick of her wand vanished most of the dirt, making her robes at least acceptable to wear amongst company.

She was shown into the downstairs dining room and was happy to see that she'd arrived on time. It was so embarrassing when one was late to these things. Sometimes deadly as well. As usual, the Malfoys looked distinctly unimpressed. No doubt they disliked the liberties everyone was taking. That resentment only boosted Caelani's mood further.

She shone a cheerful smile around the room and helped herself to a chair near the middle of the table. Not too close to the head, but not so far down that she wouldn't get a word in, either.

Malfoy Manor wasn’t short of what Jenifer was expecting. She hadn’t been there before but she had in her mind what the place would be like. The sheer magnitude of it all still shocked her, though. Walking into the foyer, Jen wasn’t exactly sure where she was supposed to be. Biting her lip she decided to pick the dining room. That place was as good as any but there were probably at least four dining rooms in the Manor. She knew her family home had two but that was necessity not just because. Malfoy Manor was not only huge but it was grand and Jen felt as if the elegance was completely wasted on her.

Picking a set of double doors to her left, Jen walked hesitantly across the marble floor. Her boots snapped uncomfortably against them and Jen found herself wishing that she could silence the sound with something. Jen toyed idly with the bits of lace and string at the front of the corset-type top she was wearing and put her hand to the door. She opened up dining room door and was relieved to find people inside. She spotted Narcissa quickly. The woman always seemed to be irritated by something but for once Jen understood. Had that been a guest in her home with their feet on her table, by now she’d be calling Rob for help to haul the body outside so they could burn it.

Walking inside, Jen took a seat beside Narcissa and smiled at the woman. She then looked over at Mr. Malfoy and noted how irritated he looked as well. If only the other Malfoys were there then they could all glare at Sandra together – call it family bonding time. “Good Evening Mr. Malfoy.” Jen greeted the real host with a smile. “How are you, sir?” Jen then turned her attention to Narcissa and cocked her head subtly towards Sandra. “How are you Narcissa?” Jen asked, smirking a little bit.

Unlike his sister before him, Rob hadn’t been exactly impressed by the Manor. He hadn’t seen a single peacock and he was really looking forward to that. He wasn’t too disappointed though. Stepping inside, Rob looked around. Was it too much to have a sodding House Elf help him find his way? He didn’t make a habit of going to Malfoy Manor so it would have been nice. Thankfully one of the doors was left open a little bit so Rob’s best bet was that one. He crossed the foyer and opened up the doors. There were people inside so that was a result unless it was some kind of projection from another room. Rob doubted it though. “Good Evening ladies,” Rob said as he fully entered the room. He walked around the table and kissed Jen on the cheek before sitting down beside her. “...and Gentlemen.” He added. “How is everyone?” he asked, completely missing the slightly tense atmosphere.