Adora walked gracefully into the rather large room. The men and women sitting along the edges of a long table, positioned in the middle of the room, turned toward the sound of her footsteps softly clicking on the marble floor. Head held high as she approached the man at the far end. Her sleek light brown hair was held in up in a loose French twist.
"There you are Adora; I was beginning to think you had lost your way." The man seated at the head of the table addressed the young girl.
"Of course not. You had need of me?" Her voice was soft like her movements as she tilted her head slightly in recognition of him. She would not kneel before this man, nor would she address him as her lord. She was her own person and belonged to no one. But at the same time she found herself unable to refuse most of his requests. Which was a good thing in the long run since denying him out right would result in her death. Not that she was afraid to die; because she wasn't. She just wasn't ready to die at the moment. There were a few things she still wanted to do… some people she wished to see no harm come to. So she humored the man.
"Yes," he dismissed all those present save for three men whom he asked to stay back a bit longer. "I wish for you to keep an eye on someone for me. At the moment I'm just curious of their movements. I need for you to tell me what he's up to before he becomes a threat to our cause."
"A threat? You feel threatened by some mere man?" Before she could continue the man was up out of his seat and standing in front of her, holding her in place with his glare.
"My dear child, how quickly you seem to forget that not even you are exempt from my wrath," he hissed while lifting up her chin roughly so that he could administer the full effect of his glare.
"Forgive me, I meant nothing by it." She remained her calm by sheer will power alone. Her heart was racing but she refused to back down to him. She would stand her ground. After all, that's something that she got from her parents. Even if it annoyed the hell out of her father. She was cautious however, so as not to undermine his authority in front of his Death Eaters. To talk so openly sarcastic in front of them would result in a sudden death. At least in private she would only have to suffer a minute or two of the Cruciatus Curse. She could handle that, sometimes she had to wonder if a person could grow accustomed to that kind of torture.
Tonight however he did no such thing. He simply released her chin and turned to the men waiting near. "Severus I would like for you to accompany her. Make sure she does as she is told."
"My lord, why not I?" The youngest of the three men asked.
"Because Regulus you give in to her whims far too often. Young Snape here appears immune to my daughter's charm. Leave now, I have much to discuss with Lucius."
Two of the men took their leave; the tallest staying where he was. Adora hesitated a bit her eyes locked onto the long haired blonde. He smiled slightly to her as if to say 'go on ahead. It'll be fine.' She followed after the other two. Regulus and Severus were waiting for her just outside the door.
"What a foolish girl you are. When will you learn to keep comments like that to yourself? I'm beginning to think you enjoy being punished." Severus sneered at her once she had emerged.
She thought about it for moment and a slight smirk formed on her face as she slipped her arm through Regulus'. "Perhaps I do. Come along brother. Lucius said he would catch up later." She led the way down the hall. "Are you coming dearest Sev?" She looked back over her shoulder with a playful smile stretched across her mouth.
Severus rolled his eyes but tagged along. There wasn't much use to go against her. She was, after all, Lord Voldemort's daughter. He told her on a number of occasions not to call him 'Sev' but that had not stopped her; and now it barely registered. What did annoy him though was that Lucius Malfoy and Regulus Black, Adora's self-appointed brothers, had also picked up on the pet name. Such foolish people, but they were kind of fun to be around sometimes… in small doses of course.