Voldamort, Death Eaters, and

"that's a long and complicated one i haven't worked out yet." James said. He didn't really tell any one about his dream to become like voldemort. only his little sister and Dillon, he brother, knew about it. "though i will use it to make sure Penelope stays safe. I have no idea what would happen to Dillon and I if she got hurt. I for sure wouldn't be able to live knowing that i was the reson she was hurt. so i must keep her safe and out of all harms way. she will be part of my whole master plan. She will help me achieve greatness." James wasn't in the common room any more. he could see what he had in mind. He was sitting in a large dark room to his right his older brother and to his left his little sister. if she told him to do something he would if it keep her from being unhappy. then if she got hurt he would hurt the one that hurt them. his gaze was far off in a different world though his body was right where it had been from the beginning.

Naomi was getting a little creeped out by this little kid as he began to talk more to himself than anyone and about people and plans that she had no clue as to the meanings of. Penelope... who? What master plan? The kid was a little young to have significant others or master plans in her opinion.

"Er..." Naomi did not like to say 'uh's and 'um's for they sounded unintelligent and guttural, but she did not know what else to say in this situation. "That's... That certainly is something, I must say." Best way to say something without really saying anything.

"you seem confused." James said laughing "For one Penelope is my little sister. Dillion, my brother, and i couldn't let anything happen to her. the rest of our family would hate us more and we would hate our selves. shes to young and sweet to get hurt. and if anyone hurts her i will get them back." that was all he really wanted to tell her about that though she would probaly want to know more about his plan but he wouldn't tell her to much about that. she may try to stop him if he did.

Naomi nodded; it made sense that this mysterious girl Penelope was the young boy's little sister. A lot more sense than it being his girlfriend or something, though kids were beginning to date at younger and younger ages. She, personally, found it ridiculous, but she could not make people live life her way, now could she.

She nodded. "That's nice." Not that she cared. "I don't have any siblings, so I don't really relate too much. It's nice that you take care of them though." Once again, she did not care too much, but it was better to say a lie than suffer through awkward silence.

"I guess I'll let you do you dark arts home work." he said and turned to watch the fire. maybe he would go over and sit on the hearth closer to it. he loved how the red and orange flames danced as the wood burned to the black ash. the fire destroyed every thing you used to feed it. even if you put a person in the fire eventually all you would have is ashes. though of course that would take a long time. especially since the skin would first burn until it felt and looked like a charcoal gray leather.

"Umm...okay," Naomi said. On one hand she was glad to be able to return to her Dark Arts work in peace- she needed to get it done- but o the other, she was a little surprised about the sudden end of conversation. She was not a talkative person so she was used to people talking longer than she wanted them to. She cleared her throat, "If you need any help with any of the things we discussed this evening... Feel free to ask." She was just offering a fellow Dark Follower some support. With that, she leaned back over her work,