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For the 2 Week Drabble Competition over on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)
Pairing: Walden/Gormalith
Dialogue Prompt: "I don't take orders from no f*cking woman!" - I Spit on Your Grave
Word Count: 250
His Master's Request
Walden trudged through the muddy plains of the Irish countryside as he searched for the woman his Master had instructed him to find.
Ever since he had heard the rumour of another living descendent of Salazar Slytherin, the Dark Lord had become obsessed, and Walden had felt honoured when he was asked to find her, even though stories said that she was killed.
"Get the hell off my land," someone croaked.
Walden's head snapped in the direction of the voice and glared. His fingertips ran along the length of his wand as he debated about whether or not the old woman before him posed a threat, and if the stories about her proved to be true then he couldn't be caught off guard.
"I don't take orders from no fucking woman," Walden hollered at her, slowly moving closer to her.
"Why are you here?" she asked, matching his fierce glare.
"I come at the request of my Master. Perhaps you have heard of him – Lord Voldemort," Walden informed her, earning a shudder from the woman. "I see that you have. He wished to invite you to England. It would seem that the two of you are the last living descendents of Salazar Slytherin."
"If your Dark Lord commands it, then I must have no choice," Gormlaith whispered. "It will be nice to have a family unafraid to do the work of our great ancestor."
"I'm sure it will," Walden agreed, pleased that he had managed to accomplish his Master's request.