This chapter is a bit closer to the happenings on the Catclaws RP site... if there are any questions, feel free to ask... I might leave something out...
Liona spends about a month at her grandfather's side, soaking up his habits and knowledge like a sponge. She quickly learns the difference between speaking to him in public and in private, and other such restrictions... though getting used to not getting her way all the time wold take more time then Voldemort could spend on her.
When certain circumstances cuased the dark lord to leave for the United States, he brought the child with him. She spent her fourth birthday exploring a strange death eater's house as Voldemort prepared to leave for the American wizarding school, Catclaws, desguised as a student... leaving Liona with a loyal follower.
Liona walks around the strange house, quite calm, as the only person she's ever truly feared left days ago. Though his absence means she feels free to follow her every want, it also means she has a very disturbing lack of things to do. The month with her grandfather was filled with death, quite a few of those deaths were her own doing. Why couldn't I go with him? I can be quiet...
"You know, little one, you don't have to be hunting down muggles to have fun... even if it does help..." Lorcan's young voice would send chills down any normal child's back. He spent four years locked away in Azkaban before he was simply allowed to leave. He got his mark less then a year before Voldemort's fall... his release wasn't his own doing, Lorcan would have gladly stayed in his cell awaiting his master's return...
Liona looked on Lorcan with cool eyes, "I don't need your help."
"Of course not. I simply wanted to give you a few sugestions."
She snorts slightly, then turns away. "Not now."
He bows his head. "My apologies, Miss. Riddle... though... there are a few things that your grandfather wanted me to show you... once you got a bit settled in..."
Liona turns back to him, quite obveously skeptical. "Didn't say anythin' to me..."
"He spoke with me, I'm not sure if he thought you were ready to..."
"I'm ready!"
He tilts his head slightly, smirking while his face is out of the child's veiw.
