Why are you doing this? [Death Eaters]

[Cain Maximillion Redferne]

Cain was at Hogwarts, fixing his classroom when his Mark had burned. They were being summoned? He wondered what for. But it was not his place to ask. He had floo called the Headmaster's office and said that he had to head to Gringotts for an important matter. With a cloak, he instantly, left his quarters, and left the castle, apparating as he reached the boundaries of the wards.

When he got through, there were more people than usual. Then he saw his Lord and bowed down in one knee. "My Lord, my deepest apologies for my tardiness. I had to seek permission to leave the castle." Cain told his master as he bowed and stood up, moving to the side to not be a hindrace to whoever would come next if he were not the last one. He just hoped he wasn't.

[Sylvanna Beauclaire]

Sylvanna had remained so silent the whole time. From the time everything started until the moment the others started to come. When Redferne came, she wanted to laugh at his reason. what kind of appointment would it be with Grin-- she then shook her head. If it were Gringotts, no matter what time of day, as long as it is an emergency, any vault owner would be called in. She turned to look at the healer in training. From what she got, the boy was young. Too young but trainable. But if it were up to her, she'd have the boy put under Redferne instead. Though the man was cold, he was strict, a disciplinarian and business was business. Nothing would get in between him and his duty,

She wondered if her Lord would even address anyone of them. But she hoped that if he were, he would throw a Crucios at her. She had not done anything and had been there from the start. Just quiet and at the back to not draw attention to herself to not be given the task of handling the captive. She was not known for her patience and might have snapped the Healers neck if he got on her nerves. Hmmm... Better to keep quiet then. She wondered what would be done with the Healer after them bringing him here.

[James Dylan Davenport]

Dylan didn't know why he had to stay at the shop. His Mark had burned a while ago but there were people there still. It was close to midnight when the 'clients' finally left and bought a few dark items and that damn jar of eyeballs. Dylan found them very distastefull and was glad that someone already bought it. He was about to close shop when another 'client' came and browsed. Damn it all!! Can't they see what time it was already? But when Dylan narrowed his eyes, his last client was not human. A vampire. He groaned. He hoped that the creature wouldn't do anything to him. After nearly an hour and a half, the creature bought a few things and left. Dylan just grabbed his wand and closed shop directly. He then ran to the back of the store to grab his cloak and apparate to the headquarters. He was sure to be scolded and be punished for his tardiness.

He made it to where everyone was gathered and slipped next to his trainer, Benjamin Burke. With a small bow, "I'm sorry for being late sir. The shop got a bit.. busy. And the last client was a creature and took long to make up his mind if he wanted to buy anything. I couldn't do anything less the vampire bit me and suck me dry." he said with a low tone, apologetic and humbled. He knew that he had to be careful or Mr. Burke would punish him. If not his trainer, the other superiors. Dylan did so NOT what to be punished for working hard.

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There was a sigh escaping his mouth when the young lord confirmed that James and Rowan weren’t ready yet. “Even when I told you they required more training you sent them off. You could at least let me shadow them to make sure everything will be all right, or have discussed this with me before sending them off; I am their trainer after all. The amount of trust you’ve put in these boys have gone to waste, such a shame. I hope you see that this isn’t their and mine mistake alone but yours as well, lord.” He spoke to the leader but he wasn’t sure if he would be taken seriously. His eyes shifted to the whimpering healer who now had a wand pointed at him and then to Rowan. Shaking his head, he folded his arms together. “We can always get information out of him about who he is. Since he is a trainee, I assume that his trainer would start to wonder where he is when he don’t show up tomorrow at work. That is something you could consider even without the necessary spells or potions to require information.” He turned back to his lord as he spoke to everyone but wanted to leave the final decision to their leader.

Suddenly Donovan had pointed his wand at Ben and the elder man just closed his eyes and accepted what his leader wanted to do with him. Merlin’s beard he didn’t even pulled his wand and tried to do something about it. Even when he thought the reason for this was low. He could not believe how much of a dog he actually had become and it frustrated him big time. As he heard the curse being spoken he felt the pain rise from where the curse had hit him and it spread all over his body. Despite the many times that he had been under this curse, he could never get used to the tormenting. Biting his lip and growling, he managed to keep himself from screaming as the unbearable pain went through and over his body. Using his elbow to keep himself up by using one of the walls, he didn’t want to collapse because that simply would be embarrassing. Even when tormented, Benjamin wanted to keep his pride and his honor even when he already had but a little left.

The curse was lifted sooner than he expected and with his eyes opened again, he looked at the lord. He was by far more merciful than his father, yet he did not say it. Getting himself back up, and striking his robes in the right shape again, he acted like nothing happened even if the after pain still was there. Somewhat vague now he heard Donovan talk to his uncle, and narrowed his eyes. Was he really about to lose one of his trainees over this? Watching how James’ arm was grabbed and the other death eaters were summoned because of it, he looked shortly at Caspar. Hopefully he had not embarrassed his uncle in front of these people.

Hearing the young lord tell everyone to get to the main room, he held the door open so everyone could enter. As he saw that Donovan was looking at him, Ben simply nodded; he understood why this had to be done. Still he shot a final angry glare towards James and Rowan telling them that this wasn’t over by far. Leaving the room too, he saw the others arrive. The man he knew as Hunter Adams (a man who he had done several small missions with, was the motherly figure of that failure named James, Benjamin narrowed his eyes at him as he passed him bye but said nothing.

Two Hogwarts Professors arrived to who he simply nodded. After them he was a little overwhelmed by an overly polite trainee. If he could smile, he would but now his face only lifted a little from the anger he was in. “It is quite all right, Davenport. You are still on time there are several other who still haven’t made it here yet. Though I would expect you to be strong enough to fight of a vampire when you’ve got all the time to think out your plan.” His tone was a little more friendly than his usual grumpy and stern voice. His body was still moving a little weird because of the curse but he managed to control himself quite well.

[Donovan Riddle]

Moving to the main room, Donovan took to the place by the fireplace, looking at everyone in the room. Making a mental note of the followers who's faces had not shown when he summoned them, seeing that only fueled his anger. They signed up coming back to the son their Lord, making Donovan the new leader, but they don't treat Donovan like one, they treat him like a boy who needed training. His wand was his hand, despite how he did not need it, it only served as a warning to the men it was nearly morning now, after everything that happen, the time had passed quickly. Not caring about his lack of dress in front of his followers, "I don't know why nor do I care, but for someone reason, you guys are starting to think I give a fuck what you think of me. What you think of my actions. I have not fought, but yet, I've lived though more than most of you. My father, his circle, my mother, raised me, tortured me, and yet I'm still standing here with you half wits. You blame me for you wrong doings."
 
Donvoan was low on patience, sleep, and was pumped up on vengeance. He was trying to lead a group, that didn't want to be lead. He was would have to force them and he did not want to. If he had to force his followers, they would not be followers at all, they would be nothing worthy to him. Jealous of his father's ways, Donovan wanted nothing more than to be his father. Only thing was he wasn't, and they saw that. "I have trainees bringing in messes in my home, into my father's home. I have trainers, failing to train. I have men who can't even show up on time. What the hell am I supposed to do with this!? You are not worthy of fighting for anything, it is not a surprise to me, how we have failed so often! Two wars, in less than a decade, we have lost!" Donvoan was not interested in making excuses for himself, but he was not interested in what anyone else had to say right now either.

Standing as tall as he could, he could not wrap his head around how to build an army to fight the men who murdered his father. The people who support dirty blood of the people who tried to hurt them. Who tried to take away their higher power. "I will not deal with anymore idiotic messes, this is your only mercy. Leave now if you cannot handle this." Waiting a moment for his words to sink in. Standing in only his pants, Donovan's entire body was filled with so much raw passionate emotion, he felt his body burning as he stood in the cool room. Love for his family, hate for his father's murder, fear for the future, Donovan needed a plan to get things moving now. He could not wait on these people any longer. He needed to make them strong and smart, and they needed to get out there and take over what the purebloods should have.

Pointing his wand to Casper, he spoke, "You will befriend the Minister and his family, you will make a name for your unity. I don't care how you do it, you will do it. When it is right, we will kill him." Knowing of Casper's position inside the ministry, while on different floors, he had hope even though they gave him little that Casper would follow his orders, Donvoan was left with little choice. Unless he took on all the roles, which was impossible. Turning to everyone else, he hoped they would listen, he had a job for everyone in this room, he just needed them to listen.

Looking at Hogwarts professors in the room, he starred at them for only a minute before he spoke again. "Purebloods, no matter the age, make them love you. Adore you. Teach them anything you can, without teaching anyone else. If it means private classes, do it. Train them before they graduate. Make them learn before they even know what they are learning." If students started young, without understanding what it was they were learning, they would be so much further ahead than what most would be. They would have extra things to do now, but in Donovan's eyes in was worth the effort, if they had stronger children. "They will not be fighting, they will be learning. They will be the next generate of leaders, but they won't know how to be being raised in a world like this one." Donovan wasn't looking for warriors at Hogwarts, he was looking to teach the future children of the world the correct way of doing things.

Now, came the biggest problem, the trainees. Tonight's mission showed him they were capable of very little to figure out on their own, so what could Donovan give them in order to make them useful? He had not expected much of them, but he had expected more than what he got. "You three, I have no idea what use you have to me. " Point to doorway, "That shit you brought here! In my home, in your headquarter and for all you know he's entire family could be of the order! Is that what you want, the entire order to come here?" Donovan had only met order members in teams or in one on one duels, to them, he was just another death eater or they were dead, so it hadn't mattered. Even thought that was the case, he knew he didn't want them here. Not yet. He had dueled his father's inner circle for practice, but never in the actual war. "You three, will find muggleborn wizards. You will find out the entire history of each of them. You will make sure all and any threats are brought to your trainer, and from there you will be told what to do."

Turning to the last member of the group, Hunter, he had seen him with the trainee boy. He had brought the boy into the group, Donovan looked at him for a second thinking quickly about if he wanted to speak with him now or later. He had brought in James, while he was not bright, he was here. Donovan could not see him as a traitor, "You've brought me one man, he is not a good one, but he is one nonetheless. Find me more. Do not bring just anyone here, you know who to trust and who not." With everyone on a task, Donovan hoped this would be enough for everyone to start paying attention now, even it was just for a short while. He had said what he wanted to say, "Everyone go home, except for you." Donovan said pointing to Hunter, he had wanted to speak with him privately now.

[James Dylan Davenport]

Dylan was glad that Mr. Burke didn't punish him for being late. Be he did get a few words from the man. His trainer was right. He ought to be able to defend himself from a vampire. He bowed his head a little, "Of course sir. I will try harder." he whispered back and then focused on the NEW Dark Lord. Dylan was half tempted to tell his Lord that he wasn't part of the retrieval mission since his boss made him stay at the shop to watch over it. So it was just Rowan and James who went. So whatever mistakes they had, he wasn't part of it. But then again, he wasn't THAT stupid to tell the Lord that.

When the Lord barked orders once more, Dylan bowed. "Yes, my lord." he said and was glad that they were all dismissed then.He wanted to just sleep and rest. Dylan had a busy day at the shop since he had dealt with nearly impossible clients the whole time. Dylan turn to Mr. Burke and followed the man out the room where they gather. Though he got orders, he wanted to make sure the he got complete orders before leaving. He was now waiting for Burke to say anything.

[Sylvanna Beauclaire]

Sylvanna watched as their new Lord sat down and spoke. She couldn't help but wonder just what had happened. She knew that she and Redferne had not commented on his leadership out right. But then again, it was bound to happen. It was only a matter of time before the pressure got to the boy and break him in half. Sylvanna listened and she listened well. Of course she knew what the former Dark Lord did to the boy. she was there through out the whole thing. She saw how they raised the boy and how much he had gone through. After years of existence, Sylvanna finally perfected her 'Emperor's Eye'. A skill that allowed her to see everyone from where she was and how they were feeling that moment. Donovan was sleep deprived which caused him to snap. Understandable.

When Donovan spoke again and even brought up their failuers. Stupid trainees. They needed to be whipped to their bone. Sylvanna would love to do it if she was allowed too. But she didn't say anything. When Donovan turned his sites to her, Cain and Burke, she stood straighter when he gave orders. She smirked. The boy was slowly becoming a man. And she was glad that she was there to see it happen right before her eyes. If only their former Lord was still alive, he'd see how his son was now slowly making his own choices. When the order was done, she bowed, "Of course, my lord." she noticed Redferne had bowed and nodded as well. Then, after a few more orders, the trainees dressed down to nothing, they were dismissed. Except for Hunter. Why, Sylvanna didn't care. She was just glad that everything was going to move forward now.

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Hunter listened closely to what their new lord had to say with a scowl on his face. He didn't respect him. He was just a child in his eyes. Just like James. Sure, he'd had training with their former leader but he didn't have the experience to back it up. He frowned at the mention of James. How bad was it, he wondered. Who exactly was the man they'd brought back. He worried James would be punished for being so ignorant. Of course he should have done a little more research.

When the attention was turned onto Hunter he tried to keep his face impassive. He didn't need to show Donovan how he felt about him. He liked to keep his opinions to himself unless he thought he could do something about them. He gritted his teeth, angry at James for disappointing their Lord and everyone else. "Yes, my lord." He said in a low voice, agreeing to recruit more men. He cast a sideways glance at James and gave him a look saying they would have a talk about this later.

He waited behind as requested by Donovan and wondered what he wanted to speak with him about privately. He wasn't afraid of being tortured. He figured if that were the case, he would have just done it in front of everyone else. "How can I be of service?" He asked in the same, dull voice.

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A little bit shocked when the man who had been asking him questions used one of the unforgivable curses on one of his men. Even though he had already figured out now where he was and what these people probably were, it still scared him a little bit. However now he had at least a little more knowledge and he had calmed down a little bit. Pepijn had followed the young man into the house. Once he got in the big main room, his eyes went through it. In the big room there were several people who Pepijn didn’t know. Some he had seen somewhere vaguely but could not remember even talking to them. Keeping quiet for the whole time, he just observed the situation and tried to find possible ways to get out of here.

The young man , who he assumed was now leading these people was talking trash about him. Well all the others did too. So Pepijn wondered why he actually was still here while he was brought here on accident. As the leader was giving his men their scolds, Pepijn moved himself slowly closer and closer to the man who had taken his wand. Maybe if he got it, he would be able to apparate. Biting his lip, he hesitated for a second and then decided to grab his wand back as quiet as possible. The scary looking man may have noticed it so Pep had to think quick.

However, what was wrong? He could not apparate from this place? Was that why those men apparated into the forest. Shit, he wasn’t sure if he could make it that way before being caught. Pointing his wand at the front door because the hallway door still was opened he spoke the words: “Depulso.” The charm would be used to pull himself towards the door so he could get out quicker. Using the Engorgio spell  on different items in the hallway to get something in between him and the other people, he tried to get his way out.

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Depulso: This spell is used to make the target fly toward a specific location

Engorgio: Causes the target to swell in physical size.

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Rowan had been so oblivious to the whole series of events that he had zoned out. At the use of the unforgivable curse he had to bring himself to turn away, it brought back far too many bad memories from when his father had been the one in that position. Like a zombie he simply followed the actions of the others... it was as if the room had blanked out on him... suspended in a heightened nothingness like the feeling one feels when about to feint.

What he didnt expect to happen however was to be pulled out of it by the sensation of someone running from him, turning he saw the body of the prisoner flee. "Shit," he cursed to himself overwhelmed at how stupid he'd been...

[ooc - sorry not much time so had to make it short]