As Blaise opens her eyes the next morning she realizes yet again she is in
bed with Draco. But this isn't like the last two mornings, or any of the
other times. She sighs slightly remembering what they did last night and
snuggles into his chest. "Good morning," she hears Draco say to her.
"Morning," Blaise mumbles back, "Can we stay like this all day?"
Draco laughs and kisses her forehead, "If we don't get requested to do anything else, of course we can."
Blaise leans up and kisses him lightly, which turns into a deep kiss. They only break apart because Draco swears and grabs his left arm.
Blaise sees the dark mark black along Draco's pale skin. Draco pushes Blaise off of him lightly and gets out of bed quickly. As he starts dressing he looks over at Blaise who is still in bed, "Blaise, love, I need you to get up and dressed now, I'm sure he doesn't mean just me in this."
It takes Blaise a moment to process, "Oh sorry." She quickly gets up and pulls on some of the clothes from the night before. "Are we going to show up in this?" She asks referring to her sweatpants and sweatshirt.
Draco is now dressed in a nice set of robes. "Or you could Transfigure your cloths into robes," he drawls lightly, but pain is evident in his voice.
Blaise notices the pain in his voice and the wincing while he moves out of the room, so as she steps out of the room she quickly transfigures her cloths into robes, and charms her hair into a nice braid. Draco comes up behind her as she does so and grabs the end of the braid, casting an invisible hold on the end of it. She smiles at him and he tugs her braid before walking down to the main sitting area where they had come in the night before.
As they get there, Blaise notices a port key. Draco grabs one side and motions for her to grab the other before they both feel the tug from their navels and then appear standing in a chamber in front of all the Death Eaters with Voldemort at the head of the room.
Both of them take bow quickly with practiced grace and ease. Voldemorts eyes rake over them as he slightly nods and then begins to speak, "After much deliberation last night, I have decided that the Slayer will receive the Dark Mark."
There is a murmur throughout the room and Blaise continues to keep a calm mask on her face. She is about to crumble on the inside though. Women are hardly ever given the Dark Mark; it has always been that way. For Voldemort to decide on her after a day is astounding. And Blaise is not happy about it. She comes to a decision to ask about it, "My Lord," she says lightly, but it ends up being heard over the din, "I just want to ask one question."
Voldemort slightly eyes her and nods, "Yes."
"Just so I know, why am I to receive the mark, if you want me to go back to the Slayers at all to infiltrate them, then it will be noticeable. I am honored that you feel it to be appropriate to give it to me, I'm just wondering...." Blaise says softly, hoping not to offend him by using a soft and girlish tone of voice.
"Do you not believe that you could be clever enough to hide this from the slayers?" Voldemort snaps at her.
"No my lord I do not mean that at all, I do mean that most Slayers wear muggle clothing, and many times they make us all stay in rooms together, especially me, so they can watch me. And the girls are not as dumb as one would think. A few are very in tune to magic. Even if I cast a simple ignore me spell, many would be able to notice it." Blaise attempts to talk her way out of this as best she can, but she feels as if she is getting desperate. "But, my Lord, if you feel it is best, I will do it."
Voldemort appears to start thinking about that for a few moments. Blaise holds her breathe as Voldemort thinks and quickly glances to Draco. Draco appears calm on the outside, but Blaise can tell he is not happy about the whole situation of the Dark Mark. Blaise also notices that Snape has stepped forward slightly since they appeared in the room, meaning he is ready to step in. She only hopes they all can keep their cool and get out of this without totally blowing their cover. Blaise only looks up when Voldemort cocks his head to the side and appears to be listening to something.
Dawn, Kennedy, Vi and Rona got to Voldemort's hideout slightly after Blaise and Draco. "I can't believe she moved so quickly, Dawn didn't you say you could control that tracker thingy?" Rona asks as she dusts herself off.
"God Rona it's not like you fell off or anything," Kennedy says getting off her broom quickly. "I rather liked that, we should track everything on broom sticks."
"That's cause you were the only one who didn't almost fall off when the tracker did a completely 180 and our brooms followed it at the same speed," Vi says shakily, "Dawn we so have to talk about the speed these things go at. Dawn?"
Dawn doesn't hear any of this though. When she got off her broom, she had seen a window, and quickly moved towards that, trying to get a better look inside. She is still looking when the other girls come up behind her.
"You see anything?" Kennedy asks.
"Lot's of people in black robes and masks, but not so much of anything else. Can't hear anything either," Dawn says continuing to try to get a better look.
"Why don't you cast as spell like you did before?" Vi asks.
"Because Vi, that would get tracked," Kennedy says.
"Um guys...." Rona starts.
"God Ken, no reason to get violent on me," Vi says to her.
"Guys," Rona says a bit louder and more forcefully.
Dawn rolls her eyes, "Rona you are going to get us caught if you aren't quite."
"See I think it might be too late for that," Rona responds.
At those words, the other three girls look at each other and turn around to see what she is talking about. They are surrounded by Death Eaters, and Blaise standing there glaring at all of them. Blaise shakes her head, "amateurs."
"Hey," the four girls yell out at Blaise's remark.
Blaise just eyes them all, "Bring them all in to the Dark Lord and let him decide what to do with them, I'm sure he'll enjoy having three more Slayers."
And at Blaise's word, all four girls are magically bound and brought inside.
"Morning," Blaise mumbles back, "Can we stay like this all day?"
Draco laughs and kisses her forehead, "If we don't get requested to do anything else, of course we can."
Blaise leans up and kisses him lightly, which turns into a deep kiss. They only break apart because Draco swears and grabs his left arm.
Blaise sees the dark mark black along Draco's pale skin. Draco pushes Blaise off of him lightly and gets out of bed quickly. As he starts dressing he looks over at Blaise who is still in bed, "Blaise, love, I need you to get up and dressed now, I'm sure he doesn't mean just me in this."
It takes Blaise a moment to process, "Oh sorry." She quickly gets up and pulls on some of the clothes from the night before. "Are we going to show up in this?" She asks referring to her sweatpants and sweatshirt.
Draco is now dressed in a nice set of robes. "Or you could Transfigure your cloths into robes," he drawls lightly, but pain is evident in his voice.
Blaise notices the pain in his voice and the wincing while he moves out of the room, so as she steps out of the room she quickly transfigures her cloths into robes, and charms her hair into a nice braid. Draco comes up behind her as she does so and grabs the end of the braid, casting an invisible hold on the end of it. She smiles at him and he tugs her braid before walking down to the main sitting area where they had come in the night before.
As they get there, Blaise notices a port key. Draco grabs one side and motions for her to grab the other before they both feel the tug from their navels and then appear standing in a chamber in front of all the Death Eaters with Voldemort at the head of the room.
Both of them take bow quickly with practiced grace and ease. Voldemorts eyes rake over them as he slightly nods and then begins to speak, "After much deliberation last night, I have decided that the Slayer will receive the Dark Mark."
There is a murmur throughout the room and Blaise continues to keep a calm mask on her face. She is about to crumble on the inside though. Women are hardly ever given the Dark Mark; it has always been that way. For Voldemort to decide on her after a day is astounding. And Blaise is not happy about it. She comes to a decision to ask about it, "My Lord," she says lightly, but it ends up being heard over the din, "I just want to ask one question."
Voldemort slightly eyes her and nods, "Yes."
"Just so I know, why am I to receive the mark, if you want me to go back to the Slayers at all to infiltrate them, then it will be noticeable. I am honored that you feel it to be appropriate to give it to me, I'm just wondering...." Blaise says softly, hoping not to offend him by using a soft and girlish tone of voice.
"Do you not believe that you could be clever enough to hide this from the slayers?" Voldemort snaps at her.
"No my lord I do not mean that at all, I do mean that most Slayers wear muggle clothing, and many times they make us all stay in rooms together, especially me, so they can watch me. And the girls are not as dumb as one would think. A few are very in tune to magic. Even if I cast a simple ignore me spell, many would be able to notice it." Blaise attempts to talk her way out of this as best she can, but she feels as if she is getting desperate. "But, my Lord, if you feel it is best, I will do it."
Voldemort appears to start thinking about that for a few moments. Blaise holds her breathe as Voldemort thinks and quickly glances to Draco. Draco appears calm on the outside, but Blaise can tell he is not happy about the whole situation of the Dark Mark. Blaise also notices that Snape has stepped forward slightly since they appeared in the room, meaning he is ready to step in. She only hopes they all can keep their cool and get out of this without totally blowing their cover. Blaise only looks up when Voldemort cocks his head to the side and appears to be listening to something.
Dawn, Kennedy, Vi and Rona got to Voldemort's hideout slightly after Blaise and Draco. "I can't believe she moved so quickly, Dawn didn't you say you could control that tracker thingy?" Rona asks as she dusts herself off.
"God Rona it's not like you fell off or anything," Kennedy says getting off her broom quickly. "I rather liked that, we should track everything on broom sticks."
"That's cause you were the only one who didn't almost fall off when the tracker did a completely 180 and our brooms followed it at the same speed," Vi says shakily, "Dawn we so have to talk about the speed these things go at. Dawn?"
Dawn doesn't hear any of this though. When she got off her broom, she had seen a window, and quickly moved towards that, trying to get a better look inside. She is still looking when the other girls come up behind her.
"You see anything?" Kennedy asks.
"Lot's of people in black robes and masks, but not so much of anything else. Can't hear anything either," Dawn says continuing to try to get a better look.
"Why don't you cast as spell like you did before?" Vi asks.
"Because Vi, that would get tracked," Kennedy says.
"Um guys...." Rona starts.
"God Ken, no reason to get violent on me," Vi says to her.
"Guys," Rona says a bit louder and more forcefully.
Dawn rolls her eyes, "Rona you are going to get us caught if you aren't quite."
"See I think it might be too late for that," Rona responds.
At those words, the other three girls look at each other and turn around to see what she is talking about. They are surrounded by Death Eaters, and Blaise standing there glaring at all of them. Blaise shakes her head, "amateurs."
"Hey," the four girls yell out at Blaise's remark.
Blaise just eyes them all, "Bring them all in to the Dark Lord and let him decide what to do with them, I'm sure he'll enjoy having three more Slayers."
And at Blaise's word, all four girls are magically bound and brought inside.
