"You wanted to see me, my Lord?" Trappe asked as he stuck his head in the door. Voldemort was invisible, hidden in His favorite chair facing the fire, but a hand appeared to the side of the chair and waved him in. Quickly and quietly, Trappe approached the seat indicated for him to occupy.
Voldemort sized up the man before Him before saying, "I've heard you've taken a liking to the mudblood."
Trappe remained calm even though he knew very well he may never make it out of the room alive. "May I ask who snitched?"
"No you may not," replied the Dark Lord shortly.
"Yes, I have befriended the mudblood." Trappe stated plainly. "Is that not allowed?"
Voldemort bridged His fingers in front of His face as He commented, "You've always been one to push the limits with me, Trappe. Up until now I have not minded, seeing as you are an excellent assassin. However this particular rebellious streak I cannot ignore."
"My Lord, there is no harm in what I've done," he tried to keep his voice from pleading. "You know how strong a witch she is, regardless of her blood. There's no reason in binding her like this."
"I hear you've been unchaining her when I'm not here," Voldemort hissed.
Trappe nodded. "She needs to keep up with sparring; she's falling out of practice. I have no doubt that she would protect you should she have to. I'm just making sure she remembers how to."
Voldemort stood so swiftly that Trappe flinched, expecting to be killed. Instead, the man moved to the window, peering towards the gate at the base of the hill. "Is she dangerous?"
The question caught Trappe off guard. He thought a moment before answering, "She's just as dangerous as the day she came here. But she's not a danger to you or the Death Eaters. She respects her place among us and won't challenge it. In my opinion, she's your most faithful follower."
Voldemort watched as a couple men in sweeping black robes walked up the drive to the manor. The meeting would begin shortly. "Continue her training," He ordered quietly, turning to look the other man in the eyes.
Surprised, Trappe was slow to nod. "As you wish, my Lord," he said. Sensing that the conversation was over he stood to leave.
"One more thing," continued Voldemort, "I heard that you are calling her a new name…"
"Yes, my Lord. I call her 'sensei'; it's Japanese for 'teacher'."
"And what is it she calls you?"
"'Sempai'; Japanese for 'mentor'."