CHAPTER THREE: A Photogenic bunch
AUTHOR'S NOTE: And the horrid adventure continues…sorry.
DISCLAIMER: I don't take credit for stuff that's not mine.
Lucius Malfoy was the first to answer the summons, as the dark mark burned his pale arms.
"Good, Lucius…nice to see you so suddenly."
Lucius gave a curt bow, soon to be followed by McNair, Bellatrix and Severus.
"Very well, that's enough of you."
Bellatrix gave a coy smile; private meetings with the Master were always signifigant. It either meant he was pleased with you or quite contrary. He never picked without reason – Bellatrix hoped he was pleased and by the anxiety in the eyes of the other three she could tell they hoped so just as badly.
"Wh…why have you called us?"
Voldemort stode on his heel, cape trailing behind and stopped in front of his loyal followers.
"You're a photogenic bunch."
"A what…? But, why?" Bellatrix protested.
"Myspace pictures. Come on, get together now…Severus, you take the camera."
"But…"
"No questions, Bellatrix. Smile!" said Voldemort, with a warped anticipation.
Voldemort looked but never fully smiled, Bellatrix managed a confused grin, Lucius gave a golden smile followed by positioning his 2 fingers in v-shapes – making that for infamous 'gangster' type picture, whereas McNair who never showed any emotion gave the camera his famous death stare.
"Let me see, Severus" said Lucius, trying to grab hold of the camera. "How are you going to put these things on that…screen?"
"Direction phamphlet."
"You're mad, completely mad!" McNair exclaimed, "This myspace thing is unheard of."
"Take one of just me, now." Voldemort said, throwing the camera towards the nearest death eater.
"Ok" said Lucius excitedly, "But I'm next."