"She shook her head, letting blonde tendrils fall freely from her chignon, her once perfectly content face now had lines of worry and if one looked closely, exhaustion. But the most difference that you would notice if you would look, were her eyes. The ice-blue had now become a mess of darkness, but the detail that most were sure to miss was the anger and hurt etched in along the sides. It wasn’t as though she had asked for it, her life was never handed to her on a silver platter really. Because it was her that had handed her life away on one..."

Life's a Game, it all depends on how you play it.

"She finally let the drowsiness overcome her body as she fell over her head landing on Regulus’s shoulder. And after that her thoughts went blank..."

The more you get involved, the harder it is to pull away.

It’s the Dark Lord for Merlin’s sake Amore. Not just any wizard but the dark lord himself.” Nott hissed looking around, almost afraid at the prospect of being heard.
Amore rolled her eyes at the stupidity she could feel around her,


“No one, not even the ‘Dark Lord’ can make us escape.” Amore muttered annoyed at
slight possibility.

“Amore…”

Regulus regretted opening his mouth. It was a constant nuisance to him to even have to watch after Amore but now he was about to be smoked to a fine crisp by the Dark Lord. Great. And Amore wasn’t even here to see it, her wishes would never come true.

“Are you alive?” she asked putting her hand to his wrist to feel his pulse, she breathed in deeply, thank god it was just a nightmare.

            “Yes, are you still sane?” he retorted laying his head back down on the pillow falling asleep again

The tension was high in the meeting room and most everyone sitting in the room was fully certain that they would be murdered by the Dark Lord. One by one by one. No one could be quite sure though what the meeting held for them. If they all came up with a solution it would be much easier for them to get off when it came to meeting the Dark Lord. If there was something that Death Eaters dreaded it was Lord Voldemort.

Amore wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. All she knew was that slowly but surely the valuables of the Black house were disappearing and being sealed into vaults underground by house elves. It would be quite obvious to an on-going viewer that the Black Family was moving.. But that was impossible they were a elite pureblood family, whose son was in charge of the advanced group of Death Eaters. Moving away from the problem- not facing it head on was against the rules of a pureblood.