Aleksandre's dark eyes are bright and eager, with excitement or madness or both, I can't say. He paces the small, cramped room, while the others and I keep silent watch as our friend sorts through his head, searching for the right words to woo us. Not that it wouldn't be hard. We were young, foolish, eager.
We all wanted to be distinguished, set aside and different- famous. And in all our hearts we knew it had to be Alek to guide us and shape us. Alek to lead us. "Welcome, my Death Eaters.
"This is my first Fan-fic, so be kind!