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Wednesday, 23rd May, 1979
Nott Manor
"I know what I saw," Bellatrix hisses.
They are three people in the room, and Bellatrix is glowering darkly at one of them. Theodus Nott rolls his eyes at her, clearly thinking this is a waste of his time.
"My Lord she is clearly lying," Theodus sighs, turning away from the witch and taking a few steps towards the figure cast in shadow standing by the large window on the other side of the room.
The Dark Lord's index finger is lightly tracing a pattern across the window pane, the horizon is a bluish grey colour tinged with a bit of yellow as the sun begins its ascent.
"Why would she lie, Theodus?" Voldemort asks softly, still backing them.
"It was her first mission at the helm and she was ill equipped to handle it, thus resulting in the death of her comrades. She's concocted an elaborate story to cover her arse," Theodus states, ice blue eyes sparking with irritation.
"I am not lying," Bellatrix repeats, sneering nastily at Theodus and striding right up to him and jabbing him in his chest.
Theodus raises an eyebrow and looks down at the deranged witch, "do that again and you'll lose your hand," he says calmly.
Bellatrix narrows her eyes at him, "call me a liar again and I'll lob your head off old man."
Theodus snorts, "that's likely."
"Hush. Both of you," Voldemort says in a harsh whisper, finally turning away from the glass and slowly closing the distance between him and the witch.
No matter how much time passes, seeing his friend's livid scarlet eyes is always a bit of a shock. Yet as time passes Tom's face thins, and is almost unrecognizable to the person he once knew.
He's always been tall, with a charming aura that once enveloped him: now however, all that's left is a cold and imposing feeling that emits from him and burrows its way into your very soul.
Theodus had never been afraid of his friend, but in recent months Tom had changed drastically. Now he's so pale that freshly fallen snow would be envious, his nose is as flat as a snake's with slits where his nostrils should be.
It is only then that he allows himself to consider that perhaps what he and Abraxas had once discussed all those years ago was true. That Tom had meddled with some rare magic, namely magic that is born through solely dark intentions. He recalls how at the time, he and Abraxas had outright dismissed the notion that Tom may have dabbled in the forbidden practices they had suspected him of undertaking. Now he is not so sure.
Was it only a few months ago now? Theodus wonders silently. It was if the entire world had shifted, and the friend he once knew has been erased in a very short space of time; once he'd been vibrant, charismatic, not to mention excited to pave a new future.
"Everything is falling into place, Theodus," Tom had said with a crooked smirk.
Then he strides into the library at a leisurely pace, his pupils like slits, his eyes roving around the room coldly.
The Dark Lord is colder now, more calculating than ever before. Theodus can't recall the last time he heard the man—if he can even call his friend that anymore—laugh.
Tom had done something that could not be undone, and Theodus isn't sure he'll ever find out what that something is.
The only sound in the room is Tom's light footfalls as he crosses the room, and Theodus silently watches as one of his oldest friends approaches the deranged, young witch—with bouncy curls that spring out wildly in every direction, with greedy grey eyes that are muddied with lust and madness.
He watches as Tom cocks his head curiously at the small thing.
Tom lifts his left hand, the back of his long, pale index finger strokes her cheek almost affectionately, and Bellatrix grins up at him with mad adoration.
Theodus bites back a scoff—Tom's temper has gotten out of control in recent times, he wouldn't wish to upset him.
"Tell me more about this ginger haired boy," Tom asks gently.
Bellatrix giggles.
