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Post by Lord Voldemort on Sept 17, 2008 23:40:03 GMT -5
Voldemort had long been awaiting to hear from the Bulstrodes and the Goyle's. He was important to the wizarding world and his work lay with the downfall of Harry Potter. He looked around his dark lair. Tonight would be the joining of two very powerful wizards into his ranks. Should the evening prove eventful. He apparated to the Bulstrode manor where he knew that he would be safe.
There he was greeted by the filth of the house elf. He sneered and was lead to the dinning room. "The kids will be along shortly, my lord." Mrs. Bulstrode said with a bow. He nodded to her. "Can I get you something to drink my lord. It's quite the honor to have you in my home." She told him. She was a witch that followed him out of the cause and her heart not fear like the Malfoy's.
"A firewhiskey." He hissed and took his seat at the head of table.
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Post by Gregory Goyle on Sept 17, 2008 23:48:25 GMT -5
Goyle stood in front of the mirror, looking himself over once more. He was nervous to say the least. He was about to meet the darkest wizard of all time. Who wouldn't be? But this was for his own good. He would prove his loyalty tonight and hopefully join the ranks of the deatheaters. It was his main goal and mission. If he didn't succeed, then everything him and Millicent had been working for would go down the drain. Then Draco would have more favor than him. He took a deep breath, seeing that he was dressed in his best robes and his care combed neatly to the side. He felt like a school age boy that had to let his mum dress him up. He didn't like it but he knew that appearance was everything.
The Bulstrode's house elf popped into his room, bowing low to the ground. He was staying here for the time being since his plans were to marry Millicent. And they had made arrangements to meet the Dark Lord here. And so he had arrived at the manor. He shooed the elf away before retreating down the stairs. He took one last look at the mirror in the hall before entering the room where he knew the Dark Lord would be in. It was time to begin, he thought. This meeting met everything. It would depend if things would go into plan or not. He would have to do his job here.
"My lord," Goyle said politely, bowing. He continue to stand there, awaiting orders from the Dark Lord. He wanted this to be perfect with no mistakes. Even if that meant that he had to stand the whole time. He would do anything. That was how ready he was.
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Post by Millicent Bulstrode on Sept 18, 2008 1:03:25 GMT -5
It had been a little under a week since Millicent ran into Goyle up in the Astronomy tower. After they left there she had owled her parents about her and Goyle accepting the bethrothal. Their parents couldn’t be happier and knew that it would be the best for the both of them. Millicent loved Goyle, and it wasn’t as if she were being told what to do. She had every say in this. Tonight, they were home in order to meet with the dark lord. Something that Malfoy had only done by the insistance of the dark lord only to get back at Lucius. They were different. They were going to show the Dark Lord just how much they believed in him and looked forward to joining his ranks.
She picked out a sleek black dress that made her look presentable and quite older than she was. Though, she knew it wasn’t only how she presented herself to him in looks but also in her mannerisms. She was a well defined young witch with her head in the right place, there would be no problems with that. She finished dressing and looked at herself. She looked beautiful.
She made her way to the dinning room, and saw her Gregory bowing to the dark lord. She made her way over to him and bowed as well. “My lord, I trust you are comfortable. Is there anything I can get you before we begin?” She asked him in a servants tone.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Sept 18, 2008 11:12:00 GMT -5
The Dark Lord wasn’t the best suited for these situations but he managed. He didn’t care about the drinks nor the food, but he needed his strength and knew that Mrs.Bulstrode made quite the best food. He took into consideration about the families that asked him here today. They were by far some of the best supporters that he had. They would have done anything he asked without question. Far more than what the Malfoy’s had ever done. The only good thing that came out of that family was Bellatrix Black. The witch was to die for. A smirk came over his lips.
“No Millicent. Sit down, the both of you.” He commanded and watched as they did just that. “Now, Goyle is it? Tell me what you both have brought me here for?” He said. He knew but he also wanted to know from the boys own lips. Was he different than the wizard he was forced to hide behind? Or would he dissapoint him just as Draco was bound to.
He had choosen Draco in the hopes that he would fail. Then he would be able to kill Lucius, it had been something he itched to do almost as much as he wanted the bloody harry potter to die. Just then Mrs.Bulstrode came in with the drink he had asked for and she went to sit down along with the other parents. “I want to be alone with the kids.” He hissed. He watched as the parents left without thinking anything else of it. “Go on boy, tell me what it is you seek.” He said looking at him with a tilted head and staring out of snake like slit of eyes.
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Post by Gregory Goyle on Sept 19, 2008 20:17:13 GMT -5
Goyle took his seat across from the Dark Lord, next to Millicent. He thought about what he wanted to say to the Dark Lord. He wanted it to be impressive and not give away his own plans. He needed to keep his minds clear since he had heard that it was the Dark Lord's pleasure of reading minds. He nodded, letting his lord know that was his name. He had always gone by Goyle mostly. His parents did call him Gregory and they seemed to be the only ones. Everyone else called him Goyle. It was much shorter than Gregory and easier to call him. He didn't want the nickname Greg for he didn't like it much. It just butchered his name, he thought.
What does he seek? he thought. Power, of course. Everyone wanted power. But he answered,"I seek only to serve you, my lord. It would be a great honor if I joined my family to serve you alongside of them." He hoped that it would prove to be sufficient and not cause his master to be angry. He knew that the Dark Lord's wrath could be dangerous at times. And if he wasn't careful, he might actually kill him. He knew that he must respect the Dark Lord's wishes for Goyle did want to serve him. He had been planning to join ever since he came back. His family had a history of deatheaters and he planned to follow suit.
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