For 2D, who did an amazing job meeting her goals in Round 2!
The silence in the room was eerie; silent enough to be broken by the tick of the clock or the hush of a whisper. Magic surrounding them was dark and thick and disoriented in every way, indicating towards the inner storm raging inside of Igor's heart.
Everything had been going well until the very end; everything until the mark sitting that sat silently on Igor's left forearm for the past thirteen years had suddenly come to life. His heartbeat had increased, and fear palpated in the blood of his veins when the mark's rebirth pointed to his return.
Igor moved around the desk and sat on his chair with a defeated sigh; He was scared, no mortified at the possibilities in which his future might unfold, and not even the castle's dark and swirling magic eased his worries this time. Igor knew that he would not let anyone slip 'unpunished' - his voice still rang clear in Igor's ears as the Cruciatus filled the room with chilled screams.
The mark on his forearm suddenly flamed with a burning desire, making Igor swiftly move from his seating position and shiver in fright. The Dark Lord would not leave him, he knew, especially after the disloyalty he'd dared to show by giving names of fellow Death Eaters to the Ministry all those years ago.
Igor had to go; he had to leave everything behind and find a place where he hoped that the lunatic Dark Lord wouldn't be able to locate him. He knew the task was impossible, but he could only try - it was the matter of his life after all.
With one final glance at his office, he vanished away.
