“Go kill a few thousand muggles, then, and you’ll be just as proven as Bellatrix- oh, no, actually, to be on her level you’d have to kill a few thousand more,” she said, looking away.

“Come in,” he turned, leading her into the room. “The Minister is ready for you,” he said and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Morgana looked around the room. It stretched far and at the very end a thin man sat behind an overly large desk. He had a great big smile on his face beneath a thin mustache. His dark purple robes shone under the light of the torches.

“It’s called a ‘Movie Theatre’,” Regulus said, he didn’t bother keeping his voice down, “Muggles came here for fun to watch these giant pictures that move on that large piece of parchment, there,” he pointed at the tapestry, “Sirius told me they’re like stories, and have sound that would echo all around you.”