Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's characters… only Audra (and in this one Trappe as well)
"And what do you think you're doing, mudblood?" The voice caused Audra to jump. Although her master had told her to wait outside the door, Audra seriously doubted a Death Eater would pass up an opportunity to punish her. Unlike Voldemort, His followers were a lot less quick to accept Audra among them, although they did enjoy ordering her around. And when she was discovered outside of Voldemort's eyesight, they would hit her with the Cruciatus Curse, which was one of their favorites. Although the pain did not hurt her physically, Audra still acted as if it did. Now, being addressed by a Death Eater, Audra attempted to avoid another round of mental pain.
"Sir," she said turning on her heel and bowing her head. "I was instructed to wait outside for my Master." She kept her eyes on the floor, with his feet within view.
The Death Eater smiled. "That's not why you're out here. You're spying."
Audra had to check the impulse to stiffen her muscles. Fuck, how can he know! Attempting to keep her disguise, Audra relied on her role as dumb slave. "Sir, I would never spy on my Master. I was told to wait until they were done eating, and then clear the table so they could continue the meeting." Although Voldemort did tell her to do just that, He never specified where she was to wait, and it was this lack of communication that Audra exploited in order to explore the house. However, this particular dinner meeting had some very important guest and Audra was doing the best she could to hear every word so as to pass it along to the Order.
"Don't play me for a fool, mudblood. I know that you're spying," he said.
Audra opened her mouth to reply right as someone snapped their fingers; her signal to remove the dishes. "Excuse me, sir," she said bowing, "but my Master needs me." Standing back up, Audra opened the door as quietly as possible. Quickly and silently, she moved around the table, gathering the dirty dishes and stacking them on her arm. Everyone but Voldemort watched her, obviously waiting for her to leave. The Dark Lord, however, was not bothered by her presence and continued talking business. Good, He still doesn't know Audra thought. As quietly as she came, she left with the dirty dishes. Shutting the door behind her, she turned and saw the Death Eater still standing there. Shit, why doesn't he leave she commented as she swept past him. She walked down the hall and took a left into the kitchen, all the while hearing footsteps behind her; obviously the man wasn't going to leave her alone.
Pretending as if he didn't exist, Audra washed the dishes. The Death Eater hovered over her the entire time, whispering about how he would turn her in and be rewarded. He's just trying to goad me she thought, just trying to get me to do something stupid. "If what you say you know is true," she asked just loud enough for him to hear, "then why haven't you told my master? It's not like you need my permission, sir," she added, with a certain emphasis on the last word.
The Death Eater smirked and said "wrong answer." He muttered a spell, and Audra fell to the ground in faux spasms. It felt, to Audra, as if she was really trying to act this time, as if the pain was completely nonexistent. None the less, she kept it up the entire time, until she saw him lower his wand, right as the Dark Lord walked into the kitchen. Voldemort looked down at her with loathing eyes, then up at His follower. "She gave a cheeky response, my Lord," the man answered, bowing.
Voldemort nodded, and then said to the man, "You have an assignment, Trappe. Caradoc Dearborn, member of the Order. I've had Dolohov after him, but I think he's gone into hiding or has left the country. And you're my master tracker… make him disappear for good," He instructed.
"As you command, my Lord," Trappe replied, sweeping into a bow and leaving.
Audra began to push herself back up, but was quickly back on the ground as Voldemort turned His wand upon her. This time the spasms were real, and she had to fight hard to keep from screaming. Finally He let up, said "finish," and swept out of the room.