"Tell me, Walden," Voldemort hissed. "Tell me why you did not seek me out immediately? Many of my other loyal followers did so? Did you not care about me?"
"Oh, my Lord," Walden bowed. "I care and worry for you greatly and I was overjoyed at your return but I work for the Ministry and they have been suspicious of me for a while. I felt that it would help your cause to have me in the building for when you needed some information. Forgive me if I have failed you."
"In the Ministry, you say?" he double checked, stroking Nagini's head.
"Yes, my Lord."
"And what role do you have?"
"I'm the executioner, my Lord. I get paid to kill things." He grinned and some of the surrounding Death Eaters chuckled amusedly which drew off to silence when Voldemort made no move to smile.
"So, you have no high role of importance that can get me information that I need, unlike Lucius over here who is held in high regard by many witches and wizards of importance. Why shouldn't I punish you?"
"Oh, you should punish me," Walden admitted almost pathetically. "However, due to my role and my cold nature, many witches and wizards give me a wide berth which means that I can go to places without any suspicious eyes or attention on me."
"A helpful feature," Voldemort mused. Nagini hissed at him and he chuckled in response. "Maybe." He turned his attention back to Walden and sighed. "You'll keep your post and feed me information regularly, you'll get a punishment but if I don't feel you are serving your purpose then Nagini has requested that you spend some time with her, some time that you won't come back from."
"I won't disappoint you," Walden gulped.
"Ensure that you don't."
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