Chapter 8: Is This Mask A Suitable Sort Of Disguise?
Lucius Malfoy entered the deserted factory where the Death Eaters meeting was to take place and joined the small group of cloaked and masked people that was already gathered around their leader Lord Voldemort. He approached his master and was just bending over to kiss his hand, when suddenly Voldemort shouted: "What is that on your face? All Death Eaters are to wear masks when gathered in groups!"
"This is a mask..of sorts." Lucius said, touching his face, which was chalk- white with some cream, apparently not at all concerned. "See, my face is white, and covered, and yet my skin is being cleansed and rejuvenated as we speak and/or commit unspeakable atrocities."
Voldemort gazed at him for a few moments, his red eyes glittering ominously. The other Death Eaters were silent and did not move, in anticipation of the Dark Lord's answer. Finally, Voldemort spoke. Indicating his own white, scaly skin, he said; "Can you get some of that for me?"
Lucius Malfoy entered the deserted factory where the Death Eaters meeting was to take place and joined the small group of cloaked and masked people that was already gathered around their leader Lord Voldemort. He approached his master and was just bending over to kiss his hand, when suddenly Voldemort shouted: "What is that on your face? All Death Eaters are to wear masks when gathered in groups!"
"This is a mask..of sorts." Lucius said, touching his face, which was chalk- white with some cream, apparently not at all concerned. "See, my face is white, and covered, and yet my skin is being cleansed and rejuvenated as we speak and/or commit unspeakable atrocities."
Voldemort gazed at him for a few moments, his red eyes glittering ominously. The other Death Eaters were silent and did not move, in anticipation of the Dark Lord's answer. Finally, Voldemort spoke. Indicating his own white, scaly skin, he said; "Can you get some of that for me?"