Chapter VI
"So what patient did you sneak off to meet?" Ginny asked as she, Tori, and Hermione settled themselves in her room.
"Hm?" Tori sighed and stared past her, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not an idiot, Tor. I know it doesn't take forty-five minutes to go to the bathroom," Ginny replied. Tori looked at her. Ever since she had come back from the U.S., Ginny had had a different attitude towards her. Her aura was much different from the one that she was used to, as was the atmosphere around her. Tori didn't mind too much, but she was starting to get tired of being treated like the youngest. She had gotten enough of that before-
"Why don't you ask your precious Harry Potter?" Tori snapped and stormed out of the room and down the stairs.
"That's not fair!" she heard Ginny shout behind, but she failed to follow.
"Ali- Tori! What's wrong, dear?" Mrs.Weasley asked worriedly.
"Nothing," Tori mumbled as she threw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, "I'm going to go see Shayne." And with that, she stepped into the fireplace and quickly disappeared.
"My Lord," Snape said, bowing to Voldemort as he entered the room, "I have things that have long awaited being discussed." Voldemort's eyes flickered over Snape's face. He motioned to a seat in a corner of the small room. Snape took the seat.
"What is it Snape? You are one of my most loyal, or perhaps it would be better said that you were one of my most loyal. However, before you say anything, I'd like to say that I am quite displeased with the youngest of the Malfoys performance," Voldemort said placidly and sat down in an armchair facing the fireplace, "And I can't say that I am all too happy with yours either.
"It angers me that you went against my wishes and orders, Sssnape." He had a slight lisp as he said Snape's name and began to speak angrily in Parseltongue.
"My dear Lord, I beg your forgiveness. But I had a feeling that the boy would indeed fail. And I knew that you would've wanted your plans followed through with in the end," Snape said softly. He glanced around the dimly lit room.
"Yes, Snape. You are quite right. Perhaps I should've gotten someone more responsible for the job to begin with," Voldemort replied, still staring at the fireplace. Snape nodded.
"But now on to bigger plans. Do you know where Beatrix is? I do wish to speak with her immediately." Snape nodded once more, "I'll get her." He quickly made his way out of the small room. He was surprised by the Dark Lord's reaction. He had expected much worse.
Voldemort slowly glanced around the room and smiled to himself softly. Everything is going according to plan, he thought to himself quietly.